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Chorus
We sing the
song of Soloman.

We love him.

His name is mechanical.
His smell is chemical.
His love is elemental.

He kisses us.

Bride
Lead me.
I will follow.

You can not see me.
The sun burnt me.

I am a dark
skyscraper
downtown
at night.
I am black
tinted glass
windows.

You took me.
You find my love
more aromatic
than cordite.
You kill me.

Groom
What am I to you?

Bride
You are a missle.
Your cheeks are steel.
Your neck is chrome.
You lie
between my breasts.