[bad word]  I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest

But [bad word] It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory, you're [bad word] on your awe to me
It doesn't mean anything at all
 [bad word] All of your friends are all letting you blow
Bristling and ugly, bursting with [bad word] falling out from the holes
Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend
You could need to [bad word] things in your ear

But [bad word] There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll [bad word] him with everything I own

Say what you want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracles aimed for me

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed [bad word] So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of [bad word] all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me

Say what your want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracles aimed for me

And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and five-hundred families
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine

Know all your enemies

We know who our enemies are

Goldaline, my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever

But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach

Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine