like a rock, like a planet,
like a fucking atom bomb,
i'll remain uperturbed by the joy and the madness
that i encounter everywhere i turn
i've seen it all along
in books and magazines
like a twitch before dying
like a pornographic sea
there's a flower behind the window
there's an ugly laughing man
like a hummingbird in silence
like the blood on my door
it's the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
was me clean and i will run
until i reach the shore
i've known it all along
like the bone under my skin
like actors in a photograph
like paper in the wind
there's a hammer by the window
there's a knife on the floor
like turbines in darkness
like the blood on my door
it's the generator
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