Gloryhole, motherlode; it's endless,
you're colorless, odorless, freefall
brilliant narcissist
Like a shot in the dark
from our heavy, heavy hands -
it hits hard and they feel the shock
Gloryhole, motherlode; it's endless
and I saw a sign, it said
the future is right this way'
So you get behind the barricades
Unless you want to play the war game
We are all
the stars of
all the conversations