i can taste your cancer
it stings like listerine
i wish i could get on my knees
and scrub your insides clean
stroking your knuckles like piano keys
and yeah, i got a light
i'll let you bite and scratch your tongue
until you feel all right
i don't mind feeding your fever
or feasting on what makes you ill
i wouldnt mind bending over
just to get your quaking to still
your festering eyes bore into mine
what's inside look like without oxygen?
dissolving heaven in a straight line
until it becomes your skin.