| Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams | 
| Her honey belly pulls the seams | 
| Curves are still upon the hinge | 
| Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin | 
| Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night | 
| The sponge is full, well out of sight | 
| All around the conversations | 
| Icing on the warm flesh cake | 
| Light creeps through her secret tunnels | 
| Sucked into the open spaces | 
| Burning out in sudden flashes | 
| Draining blood from the well-fed faces | 
| All of my, my, you’re my inner | 
| You’re my, my, you’re my ever | 
| Desires form in subtle whispers | 
| Flex the muscles in denial | 
| Up and down its pristine cage | 
| So the music, so the trial | 
| Vows of sacrifice (Vows of sacrifice), headless chickens (Headless chickens) | 
| Dance in circles (Dance in circles), they are blessed | 
| Man and wife, undressed by all | 
| Their grafted trunks in heat possessed | 
| Even as the soft skins tingle | 
| They mingle with the homeless mother | 
| Who loves the day but lives another | 
| That once was hers | 
| The worried father, long lost lover | 
| Brushes ashes with his broom | 
| Rehearses jokes to fly and hover | 
| Bursting over the bride and groom | 
| And the talk goes on Memories crash on tireless waves | 
| The lifeguards whom the winter saves | 
| Memories crash on tireless waves | 
| The lifeguards whom the winter saves | 
| Silence falls, the guillotine | 
| All the doors are shut | 
| Nervous hands grip tight the knife | 
| In the darkness, 'till the cake is cut | 
| And passed around (Passed around), in little pieces (In little pieces) | 
| (The body, the body) The body and the flesh | 
| The family (The family) and the fishing-net (And the fishing-net) | 
| Another (Another), another in the mesh | 
| The body and the flesh and the flesh |