Tourniquet

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