Mechanical Flattery - Lydia Lunch

Fingers move fingers

My wrists made of satin

Don’t be afraid of what’s gonna happen

Elbows to ankles my fists out of place

I turn around backwards and off slides my face

Bones plattered shattered

Dissolving my skin

My torso melts it flows out my shins

Open so open a circular mark

The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark

Ran away dark dank stank moss creeps

Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear

For I’d run, I run from the night

I say so sad, so dead and mad

An angry diehard tears from mad

My veins in pain

They torch my mouth the saint

Ran away dark dank stank moss it creeps

Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear

I’d run from the night