she's made of hair and bone little teeth
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 way this 
but flies will lay their eggs