Possession of a Weapon

Eyes in the sky crying geysers How dare I have private desires Don’t rain on my papier-mâché Don’t rain on it Don’t rain on it Possession of the pussy weapon My sacral chakra heaven’s threatened It’s just flesh, it’s just flesh I can be grotesque, move my body like chess So you’re scared of me now huh? So you’re scared of me now huh? Oh, you’re scared of me Oh, you’re scared of me Eyes in the sky crying geysers How dare I have private desires Don’t rain on my papier-mâché Don’t rain on it Don’t rain on it Say you want my body, let me give it to you Is that what you want, blood and guts? Pussy teeth to imprison you Little pills I don’t wanna get high I feel an ache where my mind was I try to think but it’s no use Tumbleweed, bloody knees I would crawl through broken glass to get home