Open up your chest and look
At everything that you respect
Just hate enough
Get into some trouble

Get yourself for it
Creating such a mess

Cut a slit in your white dress
And let all of the beetles out
Till all your love a tiny scatch

Figure yourself out
Circle around me

Baby, if I am lucky enough
To cough up all the numbers
To cough up all the hair and bile

Opening its wings
It's a now or never song
Of pain