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 [?]
With the darkest space
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

[?] 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