my protector

you've been keeping your distance

infected as i am

i'll come wounded and careless

crawling back to you

crumbling down under spotlights

for i am weak like you

scent of placenta

we're heading back to the source

the houselights fade out

a perfect warm death

the worms have crawled in

and made us who we are

radio out

dancing to a silent tune

stand up and shout

for all we are is innocent

turn the lights out

this could be the final hour

and we're on time

i see hundreds of faces

staring back at me

an armory of human shields

to protect me from the truth

the truth as i never told it

for i'm a liar like you

nothing quite like a transplant

to erase the past

tie your blindfold

this could be the final hour

and we all count.