Grave Pleasures - Be My Hiroshima

Be My Hiroshima
be my great destroyer
make these crimes of my heart erupt
like flowers on the far horizon

I rest my mouth upon your mouth
and the world is the colour of murder 
I lie beside your oblivion
in the shadow of mass destruction


Orbital night, orbital night
Skins awry, skins of fire
silvery caves, silvery face
scars awake, so suddenly awake
mysteries of mysteries
fear, death, fantasy
flesh, kiss, ceremony 
a sign of the devils climax

I see the shape your shadow casts
the abyss for your mother
the abyss for you sister
the abyss for your mother

Smoke stacks coil behind your tracks
the abyss for your mother
the abyss for you sister

the abyss for your mother


Be My Hiroshima
be my great destroyer
make these crimes of my heart erupt
like flowers on the far horizon

I whisper prayers of death to you
your hair is the colour of darkness
our cries spill around the devil's cup
as we drink to annihilation

Cathode screams cathode screams 
an image flashing images
uranium rain freeze the frame
channel change phantom haze 
star and palm morning star
starry eyed and mesmerised
feast on the fruit of bombs 
worship where the devil worships

Be My Hiroshima
be my great destroyer
make these crimes of my heart erupt
like flowers on the far horizon

I whisper prayers of death to you
your hair is the colour of darkness
our cries spill around the devil's cup
as we drink to annihilation

I see your earthquakes
Mandrakes
Heartaches
Milk of universes
Womb of universes

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