Butchering Songtext
von Djunah

Carve, God, clean, cut, and dress me
Your knife-wiped apron
Drenched to the waist in me
Knot four lengths of string
Each act of severing
Each act of severing

Each stroke to clean me, strip me, wash me
Exaltation. My failures, your vocation
Your ablutions, my ablation
To wrench rinse, rip, stitch me

You strap like a butcher
And spare like a saint
Cut four lengths, separate

You strap like a butcher
And spare like a saint
Cut four lengths, separate


Each of my ribs sawed, rubbed, and frenched
I think was fascinating
Now each of my bones
Standing in a perfect crown
I′m just the cage

You turned inside out
I want to feel you
Rip me in and out

Til you think you understand
You think you understand
You think you understand
You'd think they′d under

So if you tie, tie it tight
Red, blue veined, pink pored, and white
Trussed, I couldn't, I wouldn't in that room
Free, I don′t know
I get wild