Air Filter - Special Benny

Oh

I will

Somehow hide

In you

I've got these bones and eyes made for seeing

You've got all of these things and more

Something else I don't know which I need

I will reach down your throat trying to find it

Oh your stomach turns at the thought of

No one taking time of desire

Somehow chewing inside of your cheeks

You're afraid of the lengths I will go to

You pull words from my mouth in such order

I could not consciously have composed

My intentions escape my own notice

Now we're stuck with these cold consequences

Hear the notes awaiting their orders

Patiently they prepare for attack

When they burrow under your ribcage

Nest themselves in your chest where it's warmest