Lyrics: Having A Moment

She loves saying no

I'm writing too small

Apex predator in the swimming pool

Who views the moon as a deflated sack


They approach the aliens in war paint

They'll never be covered in their own blood

They'll never get it


Anger's key of joy is disobedience

The actors are inorganic material

And like most things we've found

Omniscience is deficient


Wish me will

Wish me won't

Follow her to bed

Because Bethlehem has always been for losers

And for losers

Where to even start having a moment?


One stroke of your mourner's cloak

Biblical duds writhing in a clearly fake cave

My enemies built my face back from memory

That's why I'm so very hard to look at

An empty space vows to win back its old form

So to stop touching everything


If someone riding you

Has hit you too hard

With heel when you shied being of no use

To our surroundings, the pyramids failed

I recall these images with pleasure

The boy watching the urn turn to chamberpot

The marrow of use-value


Wish me will

Wish me won't

Follow her to bed

Because Bethlehem has always been for losers

And for losers

Where to even start having a moment?