In abandoned houses

With gas mask visions in our minds
we spread our hands across a delicate land
a wasteland awaits us
we'll leave all this behind

So let's throw chairs through windows

Doors slam in my mind, I feel
like I'm losing it all the time
chaos casts a mania in eyes like a shadow from a bombed out future
let's enjoy it
while it lasts

Crazed, puncturing furniture with screwdrivers
now that this place is barren
go on, paint your heart words on the walls

It doesn't matter
it doesn't matter
nothing matters
we all meet destruction
but I also bring it, you are
underneath the wave of saws and cleavers that I ride

With gas mask visions we held her flaying legs down
imagining a nuclear wilderness and an earth throbbing with a funeral for nature
we snipped at her with teeth, mate I think
the screwdriver is still in the armrest of the sofa

I crave tar
and innocence
to pour it over

Chairs crash through the windows in my mind, I feel like
I am losing it all the time