Ovarian Angel Architect Lyrics

throat mirror magic show
lost in the brain of "all grown up"
fiery synapses around dome & globe
made her bound in metal
and wounded pregnancy
tested for blessing
to shave the wooden collector
of soft toys and other
lost joys
kings of these lower hells
mourn our shortage
of qualified virgins
and the loss
of yet another ice cream season
(we will fall with the drop
at the drop of a rain)