Light the skin on fire, make me into a beggar, please
Cut the flesh from my bone, cause it to pus and bleed
Make this salty sliver work its way into your hand
The meat and the marrow, the pillar and the sand

Take this brittle body, throw it all away
Take this brittle body, I can't seem to change

Like shaken oil mixes with the vinegar
It separates in time, divides amongst the curve
Insomniac and the sleeper, can they have the same dream
Sheets and the tailor, can they be torn by the seam