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Algebra Suicide - Seven Song Lyrics

Last night, the tide was high.
Seven women dressed in white swayed seven different ways
(waves?)
While a boy at the piano played a pack of hearts.
We were tired of being mild.
We wanted tornado, our lips painted red.
Was it the night that was barking?
Only the Buddhists were sleeping, dreaming
Of the Orient [??] itself.
Seven naked boys carry seven yellow candles
into the darkened fields
While I stole a box of father's hair and set it to the wind.
We arrived at the party dressed as water,
eyes slick-red from thinking,
Waiting for a nervous twitch, a steady hum inside our bones.
We were tired of being mild. We wanted tidal wave,
hurricane [line unclear]
Seven nets were cast into the water,
pulling seven older women up (out?)
Bruised faces in the moonlight.
Was your (her?) sister among them?
The one with the slender hands;
the one that wanted nothing but music all day long.
Bowls of water set out for the deadpan-faced gangsters
in the funeral home.
The casket flipped over, the corpse on the floor.
We were tired of being mild.
The ominous blur nestled in the motor [?] at sea and obscured.
Seven cannons were shot cross town
to honor seven modern lovers,
While a sailor sung a hymn to [??] our shoes.
A burst of pigeons pierced the heavy summer air,
a burst of gunfire.
Dressed in bullets, we were tired of being mild!
We wanted disaster, the taste of [?]
Pumping [?] into our throats.
Seven oily children spoke in seven different tongues.
And they slipped out of church, backdoor,
with handkerchiefs in pockets
Just enough to gather one before the eyes
[Multiple unclear lines]
Where through the window she is there.
Faces tame as milk, we were, we were cooking,
Our blood thick inside our veins.
Seven falling stars pierced seven empty arms
and the saddle caught on fire.
[Unclear line]
A harnessed giggle, an eerie caress longed to be exiled,
To be the thought of the pearl gleaming.