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 bought the red When I met her, I cried the sticks for her 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 She pulled on my hair, whispered in my ear You fucking love You love to fuck To fuck it up Fucking listen to her 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 Her love's gonna change Hear it, better believe it Let it sink in As his Titanic rises And the Sun streams in And you hear heart of lord Behind the locked door And I'm ringed around your neck He sinks, you float But you don't