Из альбома: Wet From Birth
In the beginning there was semen,
In a deep mound of flesh,
And a crest that traveled,
On a wave of their own mess
Through a tunnel of mucus,
And onto a vault,
With tourists and traffic,
I just paced myself
Not I as my whole self,
Just the half that I had,
Before greeting the rest,
Of my better half
A connection was made,
Through the shared love of science,
And vows were taken,
A seat was hired
A cavern of fluid,
Brought shape to my hide,
In the months that remain,
To the time of my life
Add flash for the reason,
Was spilling from the crack,
To the palms of the doctor,
To a towel full of scraps
My brains wouldn't fit,
Through organ sex,
An incision was made,
With a scalpel and mess
I should have noticed the beauty,
And not how it hurt,
Wet like a cherry,
In the bloodbath of birth
2018.07.28