she's made of hair and bone and little teeth

and things I cannot speak

she comes on like a crippled plaything

spine is just a string

I wrapped our love in all this foil

silver-tight like spider legs

I never wanted it to ever spoil

but flies will always lay their eggs

Take your hatred out on me

make your victim my head

you never ever believed in me

I am your tourniquet

prosthetic synthesis with butterfly

sealed up with virgin stitch

if it hurts, just tell me

preserve the innocence

I never wanted it to end this way

but flies will lay their eggs


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