Coil ~ Ostia (The Death of Pasolini)

There's honey in the hollows
And the countours of the body
A sluggish golden river
A sickly golden trickle
A golden, sticky trickle
You can hear the bones humming
And the car reverses over
The body in the basin
In the shallow sea-plane basin.
And the car reverses over
And his body rolls over
Crushed from the shoulder
You can hear the bones humming
Singing like a puncture
Killed to keep the world turning
Throw his bones over the White Cliffs
of Dover
Into the sea
The Sea of Rome
And the bloodstained coast
Of Ostia
Leon like a lion
Sleeping in the sunshine.
Lion lies down.
"Out of the strong
Came forth sweetness."
Throw his bones over
The White Cliffs of Dover
And murder me
In Ostia.
The Sea of Rome.
You can hear his bones humming.
Throw his bones over
The White Cliffs of Dover
And into the sea
The Sea of Rome
Then murder me,
In Ostia.