The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill I'm truly not neutral, but I lost all direction Today I woke ready to blow the bridge But finding you, hand over your mouth So instead I burn my own village down I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on Just ask the twin volcanoes of (_____and _____) We were once stable, uh huh So sad I almost bury every thought of you Before it shows its teeth Now I amuse myself with the dubious form of Virgillian Lots Like your neo-feminist divinations I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on All my memories were once almost sacred All the embarrassments to me now Of your three things I find most shocking Are the first is how trivial you are The second is my depth of my feeling They're the purity of our collapse I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on