[Verse 1]
He was so pretty, that illegal immigrant
A knocked shelf life up high
Snapping up flies
A buzz and a stink; round, tired eyes

[Chorus]
I grease you and swallow
You struggle in your birthing sack
Black hair slickened, glistening
I am still listening

[Verse 2]
The birds are captive, too, under the empty wires
There is a lid on the sky
I heard the word 'asphalt'
Why should I shuffle words
Till the viscosity holds?
These spider's webs wearing me as a skin

[Chorus]
I grease you and swallow
You struggle in your birthing sack
Black hair slickened, glistеning
I am still listening
[Verse 3]
I have a little tiny tеar
As in hernia of light
The canvas appears bright
But it lies, flattened and trampled
Horses and bayonets
The dumbstruck thickening clod of minds and blunt teeth, said:

[Chorus]
I grease you and swallow
You struggle in your birthing sack
Black hair slickened, glistening
I am still, I am still

I grease you and swallow
You struggle in your birthing sack
Black hair slickened, glistening
I am still, I am still
I am still listening