I feel sick
My organs bob about in the dark
In a mustard mist, in my stomach vase
Barely connected by the tubes, but it's dark
In my eggshell
If it were a baby, I'd name her Angst
And hold her tight in my chest
And she'd grow, from a small, hard stone
Into my own, the problem my own
That would disease everything, and everyone
When I birthed her, I birthed her red
When I met her, I cried the Styx for her
She came out crimson on the bathroom floor
With her baby wеight she kept me down
On thе blue linoleum
Hmm
She tortured me still
With the darkest spell
Fought about like forever and ever
She pulled on my hair, whispered in my ear
"You fucking love, you love to fuck, to fuck it up"
Fucking listen to her sing
This red cord
The baby grabbed the lump in my throat and pulled the cord
"This is wild," she said, "This is it, this is madness
Don't you love it? A lot's gonna change
Hear it, better believe it
Let it sink in as his Titanic rises
And the sun streams in whilst you're here hard on the floor
Behind the locked door and I'm wringed around your neck
He sinks, you float, but you don't"
