Angst

I feel sick My organs bob about in the dark In a mustard mist, in my stomach vase Barely connected by the tubes, but it's dark In my eggshell If it were a baby, I'd name her Angst And hold her tight in my chest And she'd grow from a small, hard stone Into my own, the problem my own That would disease everything and everyone When I birthed her, I birthed her red And when I met her, I cried the Styx for her And she came out crimson on the bathroom floor With her baby weight shе kept me down On the bluе linoleum Hmm She tortured me still with the darkest spell Fought about like forever and ever And she pulled on my hair and whispered in my ear "You fucking love, you love to fuck, to fuck it up" Fucking listen to him sing This red cord The baby grabbed the lump in my throat and pulled the cord "This is wild," she said, "This is it, this is madness Don't you love it? A lot's gonna change Hear it, better believe it, let it sink in As his Titanic rises and the sun streams in Whilst you're here hard on the floor Behind the locked door and I'm ringed around your neck He thinks you float, but you don't"