Beate Passow

A fly in the butter screams my name Everything just came two steps too close Slit your wrist to save your neck Im mouth to mouth with a corpse From here to Eternity and then back again Something snapped inside my head Spit it out on the baseboard A shot in the dark in the back of my brain A fly in the butter screams my name Everything just came two steps too close

Lydia Lunch - Afraid of Your Company