I'm digging for you Rutting in this den all my life Underground with a funnel to breathe Moldy bomb-like mushrooms Till my lungs while I'm here Waiting for you to lay Your body down for good When you're gone I'll grieve in the smoke And the dust from the rubble you laid When you're gone I'll pry open my cave with a bone And hammer the ground with seed My balls are aching now Tunneling to the fringe of Elysium Ranging onwards into the night Worming in through the hinges of enemies Groaning, twisting into the queen I'm digging for you Like a ray in the eye of a whale Underneath this cock pit something cracks Like a voice or a tooth or a maiden's back My balls are aching now