Lyrics

This man is a template in the belly of the town
A fantasy of white lines in the mouth of an animal
drawn out with bitter lions who feed your children with scum

and he needs to be with you now
without fear

He might bleed
He might insist, pressing your meat
with the weight of his

"please love me, love him"
the pleading of love in its rightful place

I need to pray with you now
for a clear and final pain
though I could easily go insane
if this world just stays the same

I need to be with you now
without fear

Let's sleep in the belly of the town
Let's sleep
Go to sleep