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letra de not that kind of ouroboros - orbs

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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 h-ll 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 p-ss through your birth c-n-l
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 f-ck 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 f-cking 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

- orbs

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