Gloryhole, motherlode; its endless
Youre colorless, odorless, freefall
Brilliant narcissist
Like a shot in the dark
From our heavy, heavy hands -
It hits hard and they feel the shock
Gloryhole, motherlode; its endless
And I saw a sign, it said
the future is right this way
So you get behind the barricades
Unless you want to play the war game
We are all
The stars of
All the conversations