Crypta (2007)

Do know I’ve eaten the abortions
Saltless and seasoned with my hands both tied
(They cut me on a curve to see
How long it’s been going on)
Duodenal fathers know that I like
My skin potato-peeled when it starts to hive
(I prefer to travel as numb as
As my feelers allow)
And I’m very sure that I have princed over
The tree stumps just as friends
(And all those nice boys that found me
In the carrot patch sleeping )

When my manger overflows
With what’s left of my skin
I will be too wide-eyed
For Gabriel to let me inside
And I will be the one you see
In sleep
And I will be the one you see
In sleep or strung out
On the Christian pavement