Arabian Nights

The jewel, the prize
looking into your eyes
cool pools drown your mind
what else will you find
I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour
i heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Myriad lights-they said i’d be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best
A tourist oasis-reflects in seedy sunshades a monstrous oil tanker
it’s wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her i heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
kept as your baby machine
whilst you conquer more orifices
of boys, goats and things
ripped out sheeps eyes-no forks or knives
Myriad lights-they said i’d be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best