Shame rests in the hollow circles
under all of our eyes.
You stole the living air from me
and payback's a bitter banshee.
At the site of my grave
performed their bitter biopsy
diva and deviant dichotomy
Sleep came in a vision of beauty
she hovered over my bed
she had her holy way with me
and made me cum like the clergy
She led me through a cluttered gallery,
took me by the hand and she said,
"Come here boy, stick your head between my legs
and start praying."
At the site of my grave
(The site of my grave)
She had her holy way with me
for her benevolent biography
The earth stood still,
and the air fell ill,
and they sky bled acid rain for days.
Suckled, sincere, and crystal clear
like the sound of failing dirt upon
the lid of my coffin (the lid of my coffin).
At the site of my grave (The side of my grave)
she had her holy way with me,
and hung a halo on a hard harpy.
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