Violence Makes Ultra-violence

Violence makes ultra-violence.
Hysteria made a shame in our bed.
Violence makes ultra-violence.
It's a shame in our bed.

“And don't look up” he said,
“'Cause the waterfalls are burying us down,
But it's ok though,
If we just keep on moving around.

If we just keep on moving around”

Violence makes ultra-violence.
Hysteria made a shame in our bed.
Violence makes ultra-violence.
It's a shame in our bed.

But there's still your face in my head.
Oxygen for an almost dead.