4:30am holds a precious gaping hole Holy, holy Two fingers below the sternum, holy, holy Living off exposure It's all thirst, hunger, and pointless desire A soft wind blowing around its perimeter Holy holy holy
I dress it in tight shirts Keep it contained Holy, holy Put a wreath of flowers around its rim Holy, holy A close contender for emptiness A soft howl as it consents To try to sleep until morning I'm a vacancy, malcontent Holy, holy, holy, holy It whistles as i roll over Holy holy, roll over, holy, holy If somebody reaches out They reach in They reach through, holy, holy Touch these brittle walls Membranes for osmosis Holy, holy, holy, holy
Here is all the gum i swallowed in this life Things grown from apple seeds wouldn't survive Care to see more of this ragged display? Wasn't planning on keeping it to myself anyway Empty cocoons of moths stuck to the gut Circular scarrings of the sainthood of trust All womanhood submerged in a pool of blood Bring a boat and a rope And whatever we are (I can swallow me whole) We are certainly something Holy, holy, holy, holy
Carve a rift into the table Midway, holy, holy If you dare look at me from across Your eyes will fall into it They will never meet mine I will never dig a hole Two fingers below the sternum To bury myself To be insatiable I can sit here forever pretending to be whole And that's holy, holy, holyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.