Cleaner

Cleaner - Chokebore

She died during a thunderstorm

On the darkest morning in

Years and I was ruined and

Undone and left raining

Like a leaf it was fourteen

Degrees blow on a

Screeching march 23

Don't look me in the eyes now

There ain't nothing in there

To see jet black slick

And wide and glued to the

Walls

Last night the

Whole of hell came down to

Bathe and dine with

Us and I met the strangest

Woman with skin that

Smelled like rust she said

I've been in a crowd

Of thousands and each one

Had eyes like you yes

I've been in front

Of millions and they all had

Eyes like you jet black

Slick and wide and glued

To the walls

Jet black

Slick and wide and glued

To the walls