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 Our skin, from these bones And this house, from these homes