Though this is all you’ll ever get
s
It would be a strange delight
s
No eyes, no nose, no mind
s
The grey light of Porto stays with you
s
Oh, how can you love
s
A tiny bug impressed
s
By the night when you cut yourself?
s
Save me, save me
s
Your body rotten
s
As the last melon on the vine
s
Pull your shirt down
s
Save me, save me
s
Press my thumb onto your tongue
s
Hand a knife up to me
s
No mouth, no neck, no rest
s
The white poem of self-hate stays with you
s
Even though you know a chance to cut
s
Is still a chance to cure
s
Pull your legs apart
s
Save me, save me
s
Your body doomed
s
As the last apple on the tree
s
So let me hurt you
s
Save me, save me
s
Save me, save me
s
Save me, save me
s
Oh, how can you love
s
A tiny bug impressed
s
By the night?
s
Save me, save me
s
Your body rotten
s
As the last melon on the vine
s