She will come out like a cancer.
Sitting in the tub, drunk
Bathed into puke 'n' c*** hairs.
Eating rotten meat, imagining it was your mother.
I wanna raise you inside my stomach.
As I've done.
I'll be your womb/ utero.
We'll be a single thing again,
w**** I'll be your owner, your possessor,
Now the cancer, you'll feed yourself by my acid
My waste and you will grow.
Finally you will reborn.
This is new flesh,
Sinking into a black hole of loneliness / desperation.
This is true love.
Sitting in the tub, drunk
Bathed into puke 'n' c*** hairs.
Eating rotten meat, imagining it was your mother.
I wanna raise you inside my stomach.
As I've done.
I'll be your womb/ utero.
We'll be a single thing again,
w**** I'll be your owner, your possessor,
Now the cancer, you'll feed yourself by my acid
My waste and you will grow.
Finally you will reborn.
This is new flesh,
Sinking into a black hole of loneliness / desperation.
This is true love.