spawned from a body confused in it's shame
told I would never live up to it's name
each bit of flesh on me under your blade
now that I've given in I'm gonna
burn all these bones
left over pieces of me
left over piece of my pride
tossed over night for the sea
left overnight for the tide
thought over my suicide
surgical piece of my soul
how would I know that the skin could be tamed
my mother told me the father was blamed
found that the way was to tatter and maim
now that I've given in I'm gonna
burn all these bones
left over pieces of me
left over piece of my pride
tossed over night for the sea
left overnight for the tide
thought over my suicide
surgical piece of my soul
(Tea Cake)
they call her moth ball
silver like a sardine
but grey in simple terms
skin like a silkworm
her body is a sin against god
her clothes attempt suicide from telephone wire
sultry mouth
the dance of death hoovers like a question on her lips
a helium balloon
suspended between life and death
like a motionless sunset
her hair like a boat tossed by the waves
by the light of the moon
a walking skeleton with thigh high boots
and sweet tea perfume
it's enough to make your heart sink
and your eyes brilliant with tears
