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"She's made of hair and bone, little teeth things I cannot speak She comes on like a crippled plaything Spine is just a string I wrapped our love in all this foil Silver tight like spider legs I never wanted it to ever spoil But flies will lay their eggs

Take your hatred out on me Make your victim my head You never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet

Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly Sealed up with virgin stitch If it hurts, baby, please tell me Preserve the innocence I never wanted it to end like this But flies will lay their eggs

Take your hatred out on me Make your victim my head You never ever believed in me I am your tourniquet"