Lyrics

Give me your STD and I'll give you mine.
You can watch as your skin melts off like Dali's time.
I seek asylum as you seek to live within the phylum,
Chord at a point where it turns to xylem.
Her wooden spine propels into the major league
Where our poor minors suffer being cursed with acromegaly.
They sought a remedy for something pituitary.
You can read all about it in their obituary.
They ruled it murder-suicide, confiding in the chemicals
They swallowed to make them forget that they were animals.
Cannibals, feeding on my clay-flesh.
They'll do to me what they did to David Koresh
In Waco, Texas. It's my turn to wreck this
Bitch, which isn't that what makes me sexist.
(It's just the women that I'm with all seem to disintegrate.)
Except for the mannequin.

Let me infect you...

Now the seed's the disease as the clay enters your uterus
Suspended, frozen motion resembling the Futurists.
Girl, let me touch you there. I really need to touch you there.
It's so hard when you're dying and all you play is solitaire.
You're Microsoft. I'm Macrohard and I'm not talkin' 'bout the cards.
Go through your Windows and I promise I'll pick up the shards.
Did I break you? Let me break you.
I'll do things to your body that will make your God forsake you
And then I'll take you. Be part of my corpus.
I'll make you wail, like a dying porpoise.
As I'm inside you, you'll be inside me
Melting together till your bones are nice and tidy;
Free from the skin that was keeping you closed
And all this can happen if you just take off your clothes,
But then I'll need so many other hoes to melt with.

Let me infect you...

Samples
"Constipation Blues" - Screamin' Jay Hawkins
"I Talk to the Wind" - King Crimson
"Autumn in Paris" - Thelonious Monk