You make me feel so filthy
The way my stomach leaps and lurches
When I think of your touch
Your flesh on my own
Smothering me with neediness
The way you taste and look
Your eyes searing into my soul
The cruelest rape

So I tried to cleanse myself
But I stood under the beads of your cold sweat
Locked in a stall
Alone

And it poured so cold
That my ovaries made an audible utterance of complaint
Crying at their own contempt for you
And it poured so cold
That my fallopian tubes recoiled into a ball of yarn
Tangled with their own distaste for you
And it poured so cold
That my uterus burst like an overfilled water balloon
Leaking its nutritious lining in a wasteful manner
To protest the disfigurement of our soiled heroine

You make me feel so filthy
The way my skin molds and rots
At the very thought of yours
Your hand crushing mine
My fingers paralyzed
Your constant pressure
Forcing me to give in to you
The cruelest rape

So I tried to cleanse myself
But to my chagrin, I saw
That we were the same
Ugly

And it poured so cold
That my ovaries made an audible utterance of complaint
Crying at their own contempt for you
And it poured so cold
That my fallopian tubes recoiled into a ball of yarn
Tangled with their own distaste for you
And it poured so cold
That my uterus burst like an overfilled water balloon
Leaking its nutritious lining in a wasteful manner
To protest the disfigurement of our soiled heroine

So I tried to cleanse myself
As all of me loathes all of you
But I cant come clean
Ruined

Your investment soured
Didnt you know I was perishable?


Lyrics submitted by bruiseviolet

Milk song meanings
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