Testo Aerosol Bouquet

sing a song for the trashcan moon
shines like a guillotine, beams like a bruise

such a sight
I had to look away
the sun tried to rise on two broken legs

sing a song, melted plastic sea crawling to the beach drunk on chlorine

such a sight
too graphic to wash
fed our future to an angry mob

sing a song to your bride to be
aerosol bouquet, gnashing her teeth

such a sight
we built ourselves
heaven was taken so we moved to hell