There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me
Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me
There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me
Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me
Sleep is a welcome gadget in our head blind hood
The crawling animals will seek all things warm, all things moist

And I will relentlessly shame myself in rest and wake in front of
my truly bored beloved here I lie in wait, hush little heart
Still my sweating lips move my starving hips

There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me
Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me

Into a bright bound sea round in fury
our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea round in fury
our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea round in fury
our bodies will return

The creeper's blood is seeping from this undead wood and and let it pour

Punish my forehead that in evenings dripped down over my jaws

Give them writhe and splat their heavy feathers

Lift my drooping head
There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me
Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me

Into a bright bound sea round in fury
our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea round in fury
our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea round in fury
our bodies will return

There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me
Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me

There's a cut, there's a cut inside of me
Find the salt, sprinkle it, and rattle me