Lavender lipstick giving a goodbye Compressor snake skin around my thigh Like a tapestry I can hang on my wall The prophet; the arc moving slow Something to worship Something deformed She's putris and knows how to harness her glow Crumbling, reducing, Aiesr melts the snow She gives me a root canal, head on pillow She gives me my own thoughts, pills and pressure Mambo guides me through a polluted swamp Stands with me as I crawl up the tyrant's sleeping throne Driving my heel into his scales I impale him with his own crown Straddling the fussy little man I scratch and open his chest Emerge; creep forth the cycle of life Your hands will no longer drown Your hands will no longer drown