Are you hanging Onto sentiment Like a child hangs From its mother's breast? And in regards to selflessness From a woman self-obsessed... Are you pregnant With that suckling pig? Will you birth it Or will it stay attached? And on the topic of regret Has the thought consumed you yet? Are you benign? Are you malignant? If I cut you out, will you grow right back? If you could only see yourself through foreign eyes you'd see that you're disgusting Oh my! You've grown another head. Mirror, mirror Which one is the dom? Oh my, oh my my With so many faces and so many eyes How are you so blind, so blind? Because you love yourself so well You will not cut umbilical Absorb their muscles, every cell Your body is an orphanage to horrors Oh my! You've grown another tongue. Mirror, mirror Which one is the dom? Oh my, oh my my With so many limbs and so many digits How are you so senseless, so callous? Because you love yourself so well You will not let your offspring out You wrap your innards 'round their throat Your body is a prison, is a hell and If you could only see your skin through foreign eyes you'd see it's stretching thin And mid-crowning, suck it back in Are you benign? Are you malignant? If I cut you out, will you grow right back? There's no smell of afterbirth No crying babies to be heard (Ooh-ahh) The sound of prisoners moaning through Stretching epidermal goo (Ooh-ahh) Oh, I, I Cause you love yourself so well None shall pass through your birth canal You'd sooner knot it off yourself Your body is a wet and weaving labyrinth Because you only love yourself You'll spread your legs for no one else An incubated prison cell No bodies get to leave Now that you can fuck yourself you'll be content, need nothing else This true love is gruesome Getting sick (Ooh-ahh) You're all filled up with afterbirth Pray to science you fucking burst (A seam will open, you'll feel nothing at first, but like a crack in a windshield it spreads and) We'll drape this town in scenes of red At city hall we'll keep your head A monument to abstinence A monument to altruism Reminder there is consequence (With that being said, I must ask) Have you been sleeping? Because you look like shit Staying up all night trying To get yourself pregnant
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