Carve, God, clean, cut, and dress me
Your knife-wiped apron
Drenched to the waist in me
Knot four lengths of string
Each act of severing
Each act of severing
Each stroke to clean me, strip me, wash me
Exaltation. My failures, your vocation
Your ablutions, my ablation
To wrench rinse, rip, stitch me
You strap like a butcher
And spare like a saint
Cut four lengths, separate
You strap like a butcher
And spare like a saint
Cut four lengths, separate
Each of my ribs sawed, rubbed, and frenched
I think was fascinating
Now each of my bones
Standing in a perfect crown
I'm just the cage
You turned inside out
I want to feel you
Rip me in and out
Til you think you understand
You think you understand
You think you understand
You'd think they'd under
So if you tie, tie it tight
Red, blue veined, pink pored, and white
Trussed, I couldn't, I wouldn't in that room
Free, I don't know
I get wild
