She spits and speaks in forked tongues
and dreams of fornication
Crimson [bad word] its path. 

And blessed be the saviour!
Birthing immaculate
conception
Stillborn, sacred sunshine child.

Chin up head
high-
Breathe.
You'll never
Feel
More alive than now.

Can you feel
it?

Spread yourself sugar
Let the party begin
Flow with the tide from your
hips
Kiss with the smile from your lips

Writhe in self pity
Wrap me in the
skin a martyr
Bathe me in the soil of the saviour.

Light a match for every
time you knew
You burned the bridge of absolution.
Face it, you're just a
small town big mouth.