headless scraping hungry little critter in my heart organism part in fluid salvage from the ark in the beginning god made the light climb to the top and i wont be sick and if i climb to the top then i wont be sold and if i climb to the top then i wont get hit and if i climb to the top then i wont grow cold, no climb to the top it could be so different if i climb to the top in a gripping alloy shame, i like that, like the potential, crushing the tissue that i claim seal up the deal its my own splatter-house bobby, get out you surely miss your final awareness lusting for safety i'm just itching in private dressed to impress you amygdala lights all around the room i though that my grip was tighter -- fatal, loose i had wanted something else, different for you would that you would let me i would love you all my life swear it by the wetness, by the ribbons of my insides swear on my life