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The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction Day I woke ready to blow the bridge For finding you hand over your mouth So instead, I burned my own village down I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhn?huac, we were once stable So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth Now I amuse myself with the dubious form of Virgilian Lots Like your neo-feminist divinations I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on Our memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapse I'm grieving for you, my love And I don't understand what's going on Aus Songtexte Mania