You were the perfect primitive And I was so slick Building up the tension Promising a grand finish Volumes exhumed Failings confessed Such repetitive motifs
It was never about contact But I wanted the stories inside Sinuous, overeager My goal was to provoke Not to appease
I once had the upper hand Somehow I'd always get in Picking through your relics Invading your dreams Grating and grinding To a skin deep beat
Now you're impervious Beyond redemption Marvelously incomplete And like an alien worm With hooks and pincers You pluck out my heart
