Molly blooms.

My soliloquy's a vaginal monologue
Christian missionary, jews in the synagogue
Hidden in the fog
It’s fairly a monastery
And the nun with the monocle... tends to scare me

I was barley a pupil within the nunnery
And blamed it on the thing that swung between my legs
And under me
I was hardly a hermaphrodite
But i'd invite
Anyone to enter
As long as they made me laugh at night
If only just to spite;
Or see if spilt seed made an old god smite the instigator on sight
We were meant to bleed upon impact
Adam's calling up and asking for his sin back
It’s sort of like the skeleton that's asking for his skin back
And i would tell 'em paint the walls, but they've been black
In fact
Here's a needle from the haystack
Just in case you need to make your way
Back

AwwwwwwwwwwwwwwYES!!!!!!!!
What it all comes down to
When you're in your wedding dress
With people all around you
And the centre where i found you
Never will it hold
The ice age cometh
It's cold!
This world is a towel and we're soaking it
Everyone’s a locked door begging you to open it
Though i’m sort of like a locked chest
Fetus in a coin locker at the bottom of the loch ness
Darkness
Cradling and pulling down the lark's nest
Wingless
Suckling its own dark breast
But the thing is i broke away, and i confess
The brother and the sister’s coming in like cest
And any of whom i may offend, i just
And i'm sure to take it all back when i rest
And godforsake another significant other
Underneath the stars
And moonbeams
And astral cars

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This is the slave
That laid the track
That led to the house
Was made by Jack
This is the blood
I cough and hack
That drips through the pores
And every crack
This is the slave
That laid the track
That led to the house
That was made by Jack
This is the blood
I cough and hack
That drips through the pores
And every crack

When Molly blooms...