Committed

We can’t bring you your salvation We’re just puppets liberating Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming Bite the breast from which you’re feeding We can’t write the words to heal you We’ll just write the words to kill you Cut yourself in circumcision Play us on your television The lamplight is marmalade My eye-sockets are oiled A boy who cries for a loving touch Is now a boy well spoiled Want you touch Want you to feel Want you to say Want you touch Want you to feel Want you to say Once upon a time of futures lost A present gifts itself At sixty frames per second Just use it like a netflix subscription We can’t bring you your salvation We’re just puppets liberating Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming Bite the breast from which you’re feeding We can’t write the words to heal you We’ll just write the words to kill you Cut yourself in circumcision Play us on your television Want you touch (Come, my friends) Want you to feel (Juice my head) Want you to say (My spinal fluid stains the duvet) Want you touch (Cut the night) Want you to feel (Butterknife) Want you to say (Like her hips when it gets groovy) Her fingertips in all their beauty Ever-after 'neath moonshine Le petit mort, serotonin's grip I have committed… Health and safety suicide We can’t bring you your salvation We’re just puppets liberating Touching, feeling, seeming, dreaming Bite the breast from which you’re feeding We can’t write the words to heal you We’ll just write the words to kill you Cut yourself in circumcision Play us on your television I've tried, I've tried, I've tried, I've tried