Ouroboros Lyrics - Space Is Still The Place - The Bright Light Social Hour

My brother walks on crushed glass 

His fingers beaten like brass 

Caressing the shame that slithers cross his brain 

My brother walks on crushed glass 

My sister bathes in black mass 

Her love a strangled gasp 

Milky the way, a womb hid from the day 

My sister bathes in black mass 

My brothers walk on crushed glass 

My sisters bathe in black mass 

Oceans thirsty for cash 

Bleeding still for the past 

Our futures traded unseen 

As everything eats everything 

Take our tails from our mouths 

Flood the roads in the South