The Moist Red Mess Lyrics

Her skin's too thin to keep out concern
Her stomach is bleeding but contained within
Her nerves are tension wires above
Her shallow breathing exhausted her guts

She takes medicine daily to fill up the hole
Left by worries from moving cities and homes

The moist red mess sucking soft parts
Breaks, corrodes
A soft fault fissure decaying
All of her

Her arm is displaced from an accident
Her legs are filled with scars from constant cuts
An infection recurs and builds into heat
Until the new pill to kill through the sting and the sick

The moist red mess sucking soft parts
Breaks, corrodes
A soft fault fissure decaying
All of her

I worry about the ugly insides, her insides
I worry myself, I get restless, I get sick and I can't think

Cuz' she's a moist red mess
And her faulty soft parts
That I touch and feel
Mean more to me
Than myself, my health
Or anything else