The Tourniquet

<br>she`s made of hair and bone and little teeth<br>and things I cannot speak<br>she comes on like a crippled plaything<br>spine is just a string<br>I wrapped our love in all this foil<br>silver-tight like spider legs<br>I never wanted it to ever spoil<br>but flies will always lay their eggs<br>Take your hatred out on me<br>make your victim my head<br>you never ever believed in me<br>I am your tourniquet<br>prosthetic synthesis with butterfly<br>sealed up with virgin stitch<br>if it hurts, just tell me<br>preserve the innocence<br>I never wanted it to end this way<br>but flies will lay their eggs