Album: 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

Comments

2018.07.28

Эрик Пихлапсон

одна из лучших песен  *The Faint* !!!