Though this is all you'll ever get
It would be a strange delite
No eyes, no nose, no mind
The grey light of Porto stay with you

Oh, how can you love a tiny bug impressed
By the night when you cut yourself?
Save, me save me
Your body rotten as the last melon on the vine
Pull your shirt down
Save me, save me

Press my thumb onto your tongue
Hand a knife up to me
No mouth, no neck, no rest
The white poem of self hate stays with you

Even though you know a chance to cut
Is still a chance to cure
Pull your legs apart
Save me, save me

Your body doomed as the last apple on the tree
So let me hurt you.

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