You sit in your chair
I sit in my chair
We do our best not to stare at each other
So instead
we find meaning in the only other thing in the room
soon we will all we will all
be projecting from an empty broken wall
Cut off my tongue
I might drink your blood as wine
taste the divine
bind them as a sign
bind them as a sign
bind them as a sign
This is not this is not
a lust song
this is not this is not
a love song
this is not a
sad pathetic moment
where we are all look at our chests
and pretend that its enough
This is my handle and this is my spout
and here are my candles but where are the shouts
שלא עשיני גוי
and what big hands you have
you’ll do anything for money
and what a big nose you have
praised are you
who clothes the naked
and what is this what is this mask?
This is not this is not
a lust song
this is not this is not
a love song baby
this is not a
sad pathetic moment
where we are all look at our chests
and pretend that they are enough
this is my this is my design
this is my this is my this is my design
my body is my instrument
my body is my instrument
my body is my instrument
my body is my instrument
my body is my body is my body is my body is
a violen
a violent instrument
my body is a corpse
a bible
a horse
a teapot
a chore
a boy
a girl
a baby
my body is a baby
cradle me cradle me cradle cradle my body
אדני ימלך לעולם ועד
אדני ימלך לעולם ועד
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