Like a rock, like a planet, like a fucking atom bomb,I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn,I've seen it all before,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,wash 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