the music of flesh

see the light and feel my warm desire

run through your veins like the evening sun

my father was a handsome man

but i am his exception

and at each station of hatred

i still claim to be his son

see the light and feel my warm desire

run through your veins like the evening sun

it will live but no eyes will see it

i was broken in the water

i may be this way forever

eyes will see it

with the music of my flesh

and creeping hair around my neck

eyes will see it

at the rim of cotton

on my bedroom dress

the gunfire of his hate

launches my excess

but my wish won't kill him

though even god forgot me

my words weak and ill

misery wrote my plea

this will be his will

no eyes will see it