There's a bulk of birds in your bonfire head
And you sleep with one eye open
And you slice away your arms like bread
To butter with your semen
And your hair is not some nuisance
You can strangle strange, and lonely
And carpenters with gardens red
And rearrange your body

In the dark we all sound the same
Our body are blistered from mating
I made you a bed from pieces of my legs
And you sorely sat there, bleeding
Animal sister, boy, could I have kept you
Is there a way, a word, to protect you
Sent from houses stripped and cold
I carried on my back
Piano flames and forestry for shelter in your chest
You are sores and red flares. Let's sleep again
Sin our way through secrets, and cause all the violence

Let's leave our bodies
Let's leave our bodies
Pull our skin, from these bones
And this house, from these homes


Lyrics submitted by bunnymitford, edited by OnlineWalker

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