Not That Kind of Ouroboros - ORBS

Are you hanging

Onto sentiment

Like a child hangs

From its mother’s breast?

And in regards to selflessness

From a woman self-obsessed…

Are you pregnant

With that suckling pig?

Will you birth it

Or will it stay attached?

And on the topic of regret

Has the thought consumed you yet?

Are you benign?

Are you malignant?

If I cut you out, will you grow right back?

If you could only see yourself through foreign eyes you’d see that you’re

disgusting

Oh my!

You’ve grown another head.

Mirror, mirror

Which one is the dom?

Oh my, oh my my

With so many faces and so many eyes

How are you so blind, so blind?

Because you love yourself so well

You will not cut umbilical

Absorb their muscles, every cell

Your body is an orphanage to horrors

Oh my!

You’ve grown another tongue.

Mirror, mirror

Which one is the dom?

Oh my, oh my my

With so many limbs and so many digits

How are you so senseless, so callous?

Because you love yourself so well

You will not let your offspring out

You wrap your innards 'round their throat

Your body is a prison, is a hell and

If you could only see your skin through foreign eyes you’d see it’s stretching

thin

And mid-crowning, suck it back in

Are you benign?

Are you malignant?

If I cut you out, will you grow right back?

There’s no smell of afterbirth

No crying babies to be heard (Ooh-ahh)

The sound of prisoners moaning through

Stretching epidermal goo (Ooh-ahh)

Oh, I, I

Cause you love yourself so well

None shall pass through your birth canal

You’d sooner knot it off yourself

Your body is a wet and weaving labyrinth

Because you only love yourself

You’ll spread your legs for no one else

An incubated prison cell

No bodies get to leave

Now that you can fuck yourself you’ll be content, need nothing else

This true love is gruesome

Getting sick (Ooh-ahh)

You’re all filled up with afterbirth

Pray to science you fucking burst

(A seam will open, you’ll feel nothing at first, but like a crack in a

windshield it spreads and)

We’ll drape this town in scenes of red

At city hall we’ll keep your head

A monument to abstinence

A monument to altruism

Reminder there is consequence

(With that being said, I must ask)

Have you been sleeping?

Because you look like shit

Staying up all night trying

To get yourself pregnant