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