Bloodflood, pt. ii

Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela boys
Soon become Mandela men
Razor blades on a melted toothbrush
Assassin de la police

Heat shimmer
Silky glistener
Open smother
Lipped lover

Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela boys
Soon become Mandela men
Silent knife, unholy knife
I've fallen for the black outside my window

On the C-O-double M-O-N
On the C-O-double M-O-N
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart
A flood of blood to the heart (quelea, quelea)

And of all the things I love
And I will die for you
And I’ll wait to think I love you
Here, waiting from the view
Oh divided down the line
The line that calls for you
And the world for two, for two
Here, waiting for you