Carpenter / Rebuild The Body Out Of Birds

There's a bulk of birds in your bonfire head
 And you sleep with one eye open
 And you slice away your arms like bread
 To butter with your semen
 And your hair is not some nuisance
 You can strangle strange, and lonely
 And carpenters with gardens red
 And rearrange your body
 In the dark we all sound the same
 Our body are blistered from mating
 I made you a bed from pieces of my legs
 And you sorely sat there, bleeding
 Animal sister, boy, could I have kept you
 Is there a way, a word, to protect you
 Sent from houses stripped and cold
 I carried on my back
 Piano flames and forestry for shelter in your chest
 You are sores and red flares. Let's sleep again.
 Sin our way through secrets, and cause all the violence
 Let's leave our bodies
 Let's leave our bodies
 Our skin, from these bones
 And this house, from these homes