Our Bed Is a Graveyard Lyrics

Our bed is a graveyard

Our love is a corpse

Dumbstruck

Stuck in the muck

Spinning and

Spinning and

Spinning and

Spinning and

Spinning and

Spinning in the soil of our sex

In our mutual disrespect

Little death

Little death

The mattress springs are singing

The cemetery gates are swinging

In the wind

I'm reaching oblivion

The obliterate

Every stroke

Spasm and choke

Moving and

Living and

Breathing and

Pro and

Receding 'til it all ends in tears

Until everything that brought us here

Disappears

Until the names our parents gave us

Are nothing more than an engraver's

Weekday work

It means nothing

Nothing

Nothing