Blue Gardens Songtext
von Remote Viewing

Gulping, licking, fucking, nothing
Gushing, gaping, sticky, tasting

Horror spews forth, gushing from a suburban patio
Sticky kitchen windows, a lukewarm, threadbare messiah


You are a foul Jesus, licking, gulping the uptake of ruin
Facing the saddest gardens

Deliveries, from the scorned and the sacred
We′re not very well, authors of abject misfortune

The script is written, do not aspire for more
It's apt to remind you, there′s no-one behind you