She's made of hair and bone and little teeth
And things I cannot speak
She comes on like a crippled plaything
Spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver-tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
But flies will always lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts, just tell me
Preserve the innocence
I never wanted it to end this way
But flies will lay their eggs

• 1996
• Angel With The Scabbed Wings
• Cryptorchid
• Deformography
• Dried Up, Tied & Dead to The World
• Kinderfeld
• Little Horn
• Man That You Fear
• Mister Superstar
• The Minute of Decay
• Tourniquet
• Track 99
• Wormboy