Rip men up and howl the green loose
In them, stand atop your toes
Curse, f**, make bones sound out wet
Shutter the south of the waist for
You are a burning thing and I know who you are
A pillow, silk, ambrosia, silver pooling
And I would rage on you to
Tear at you and soak myself in blood
South and north till I'm
Wet and dripping with the life
That is k**ing me
I am wet and dripping with the life
That is k**ing you
If you meant everything
Then nothing
Would mean anything
Anymore