In the Flat Field by Bauhaus

A gut pull drag on me into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multi reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odorous whim

Calmer eye flick shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that these us laid
Find me out this labyrinth place

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Yin and yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams

Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
Hammer me into blazen pain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste

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