she's made of hair and bone and little teeth  and things I cannot speak  she comes on like a crippled plaything  spine is just a string  I wrapped our love in all this foil  silver-tight like spider legs  I never wanted it to ever spoil  but flies will always lay their eggs  Take your hatred out on me  make your victim my head  you never ever believed in me  I am your tourniquet  prosthetic synthesis with butterfly  sealed up with virgin stitch  if it hurts, just tell me  preserve the innocence  I never wanted it to end this way  but flies will lay their eggs