There’s a girl pacing around me, proselytizing parasite
Her sick, acidic logic ridicules the ancient rite
And when her teeth break up on me like tiny cliffs of chalk
I crash into her canyon, lick the injuries she likes to mock

And I could cut her down to size, it’s half as hard as compromise
Or I could watch a blind sleepwalker creep all sweet and none-the-wise
But there is only girl and grin, curling up under my skin
Picture you and I forgetting why we let the other in

This judge of what, she’s born of mud
She answers to no blood, she will not let me chew the cud
She spits and swells, she wears her wretched well
She holds my soul with taxes, tolls, and takes it straight to hell

These violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine
These wines and sugars in my blood, they mutter “Take your claws and climb
The inch of every rotten hate, I once swore I’d pay nevermind!”
When I am on the side of you, you’d say your law was always lying
Your law, it must be lying
My Gods, they must be lying