Your Blessened

I like your hands

Mr Cancer see

Fell the timber

I felt you be

And if you were

Just like your will

We can end up

And we can turn up

And we can bleed

When man's only distant relative

Has descended on his own

You will know

Your blessened

I can feel you, babe

Your man-like

Your friendly

Your me

I like your hands

Mr Cancer see