I built a man With a clockwork heart and gravel hands He sees no color and hears no music I let tumors clog a throat that leads To a Moebius stomach Castrated and engorged Priapism of the mind A victim of circumstance I built a woman With bathroomfloor skin and spittlestrand hair Her breasts yield up poison And I filled her skull with sobs and tears Her womb is ripe with future She waits and whispers My hands shake Stained, calloused hands They know my guilt and my pride They wait with her for grandchildren With their clockwork hearts And gravel hands With bathroomfloor skin And spittlestrand hair They curse their maker And sharpen their knives The best of intentions Spawn the foulest beasts I deserve whats coming for me It will be a relief
bathroomfloor, spittlestrand, gravel, clockwork, moebius