The prostitute speaks and the
Universe beats on a drum in the street
And the dogs are in heat on repeat
Your throat is a broken machine
The peach is the pit and this species is shit
When you're speaking you spit and the
Bodies all hit the cement
And the ground is where our time is spent
The sun is a sperm cell, the world is a candle
I'm diggin' up worms out of the grass, just relax
Don't tear yourself right in half
There's blood synthesizers and organs inside her
Lipstick and lighters and nicotine fires, she bleeds
When a week is a month and a month is a week
And she chokes on the bleach
Mary cuts her ovaries
Out of her thighs
Apricots and tambourines
Float inside her mind
The moon is saying goodnight
Call the Pisces full of shit
I'm spitting on my sign
All that I see's ignorance
Astrology's a lie
The stars are in your eyes
The scars are in your mind
'Cause you are who you are
No matter where you are
It isn't very hard
When your love tastes like stars
I'm not lonely anymore but
I would love to be
All alone with my vocal cords
Laying by my feet
So I wouldn't have to speak