Yourthroatwasagapinghole
Yougurglegurglegurgled
WhenIspoonspoonspooned
Spitoutthemoon
Chokedupthesun
Therewasbloodbloodblood
Runningoutyourlipslikea
Coffin
Inailyoushutjusttonailyou
Inailyoushujusttonailyoubut
I dontwantotanymore
Becauseeverytimetherearebruises
Rightbetweenmylegsthat
Havesomuchtosay
Inthegapingholesandspaces
Thattalkprettytoyou
Likepansies
Beneathanavelanchearctic
Iwasyourexperiment
Prodslowatmycorpseinthe
Loudlightofasteelroom
Unbuttonyourwhitecoat
Fillmewithglueuntilallmy
Organs
Meld
Together
Like a
Festival
Whereweallgethigh
Andsleepincocoonhammocks
Ropedintreesthat
Touchthesky
