Bloodflood, Pt. II

Heat shimmer
Hips quiver
Open smother
Lipped lover

Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela boys
Soon become Mandela men
Razor blades on a melted toothbrush
Assassin de la police

Heat shimmer
Silky glistener
Open smother
Lipped lover

Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela boys
Soon become Mandela men
Silent knife, unholy knife
I've fallen for the black outside my window

On the C-O-double M-O-N
On the C-O-double M-O-N
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart (quelea, quelea)

And I won't admit I love you
And that I will lie for you
And I’ll wait to think I love you
Here, wait in front of you
Oh, divided down the line
The line that calls for you
And the world for two, for two
Here, wait in front of you