Wombstone (Born Gold)

You were yourself while your flesh was nimble but the brain has a way of stumbling into corners and caverns and red spattered patterns till you undo Like a baby barely awake eyes as empty as urinal cakes i figured maybe, anyway empty is our merriment You were yourself in your skin womb shaking knit in varicose veins your whole body was naked collapsed on the slab we're awaiting the hour When you undo Like a baby barely awake eyes as empty as urinal cakes i figured maybe, anyway empty is our merriment