Seamless
American Head Charge
The War Of Art (2001)

stink-filled spasms
deep in a colostomy bag
I like being trapped inside
the plastic's wearing out
red and perfect her legs
spread out in front of me
they're so open they make me sweat
it's my lubrication
recent findings say
circumcize the abstinent
and make it hard for them to breathe
I like to make you lie
dropped and so ill
steeped in my misogyny
my shaking hands are in the skin
I've gone too far too soon
you look so seamless now
she stared at me
thinking I was sweet to it
her legs tied up apart for me
it feels so good inside
now I'm thinking
who's this that lies under me
and needs a piece of my respect
you make me so sick I'm
crawling broken my face is
cringing to see
figures drawn inside of you
succumb succumb succumb
sickness fittings
procured this fascist medium
but now I'm laughing in your face
you lie you lie you lie
you look so seamless now
take me
take my life