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