Beneath the shrapnel
cnd between the worms
Held in fragments
Where lust burns

Carnal taste for a simple mind
Where we pass beyond the ridges of a spine
Territory means nothing
when flesh meets steel
pick apart the frame


Beneath the shrapnel
cnd between the worms
Held in fragments
Where lust burns

I wanna know shame
I want to feel what's real
I want to pick apart what I was made to feel