Run Me Through - Perfume Genius, King Princess

Pitted, deep-lined eyes

Rough as last night

Sharp as a mirror

Broke in two

Run me through

No ins, just outs

Pumping ichor

Bucket my mouth

Satin-matte my dewiness

Skin so soft, it sickens

Cut right through

Stretched outside

Salt and lime

Wear me like a leather

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