Ruby Bulbs

I need to taste your voice in my mouth

I need to taste your voice in the air

And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out

And feel your voice all over everywhere

I need to paste your skin around the mailbox

And hold the postman in your smile

I need to fill your lungs with smallpox

And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life

Beautiful baby

All filled with angels

Beautiful baby

All filled with angels

Beautiful baby

All filled with angels

Beautiful babies

All filled with angels

We are wrecking in your over

We are swimming in your speakers

We are sticky stuff all over

Coming out from all your features

For free

And I say I want inside you

Because there's nothing on the surface

But it hurts to have to hold you

And all your holes they hold no purpose

For me