Operate - Little Red Lung

A million oysters sprout their sea legs

And canvas the corner like they were hunting

A desert underground dries up and drowns

Decades of mismarriages and bleeding hearts

Sleeping the whilst

While they killed our daughter

Double edged blade and the heirs of the slaughter

You have to operate deeper

You have to operate

You have to operate deeper

You have to operate

You have to operate

Kicking dead animals

And looking to the pigs for a way out

Off guard and frostbitten from your fingers to my mouth

Cut into the neck

With your wax hands reaching for the fire

Dozens of trial and errors

Pumping like water

Choking on the board when they crawl for cover

Thick like grease but not a single shot fired

You have to operate deeper

You have to operate

You have to operate deeper

You have to operate

You have to operate