ill spread me open stuck to my ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
you run like roaches and you try to die
i know your poison in our space well lie
to an obscene god we will dance and spit
the skin is thin in... [Ver letra completa]
ill spread me open stuck to my ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
you run like roaches and you try to die
i know your poison in our space well lie
to an obscene god we will dance and spit
the skin is thin in our beds we sit
we take off our rings and we kneel
our scabbed knees are so slow to heal
stretch a little boy hole
for lookingglass people
i dont want to be me
i dont want to fear no
mommas got a scarecrow
got to let the corn grow
a man cant always reap what he sows
leave yourself to be ultrahere
the chill of fall is always crawling near
spiders in the flowers
never know their smell
the barbers here know secrets
they will never tell