Meat Poppet
I built your ribs
And broke your limbs
And prayed the sun
Would never find you
Felt the stick
As sewed your lips
Fed rotten meat
Just to remind you

If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Touch me again
If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Ah, touch me again

Slide me out of my skin
And prop me up at the table
To watch you starve on
Fingernails and fallen hairs
Beg me to let you in
And we're a thousand miles
To the center
Withdrawing from
The worst you wear
If you come round again
I will take to my own hands
If you comе round again
Come back again
If you come round again
I will take to my own hands
If you comе round again
Don't come again

If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Touch me again
If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Ah, touch me again