Letra de Drain Pipe

Have all the rapture!
Salivating as you humanize weapons
Calling out the dogs of a nuclear priesthoodIn your fumbling dance, your breath is steaming
Fangs upward, over the lip

Competition of manhood
Abstraction, some ordinary distraction
Black ants in bed and stainless steel teeth
They line you up like the best cinema seats

Under a sky, in a book
Like earthquakes crawling