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