I burrowed through the scab and crawled into your vein Following the blue trails wasn�t enough And then your blood, and then your blood sac shook And then your blood sac shook like an epileptic on fire So hot so hot so many of them weaving spines In the bushes where I crouch to peel the bark from limbs of medication Floated, floated You will know when there�s lumps and you�re thin Then you will glow There are men in the back of them, gliding in and opening Whispering in the back of those trees There are men in the back of those trees There are men in the back of those trees There are men in the back of those trees There are men in the back of those trees There�s another one, got his back to the thorns, dressing his arm Yellow fluid ran foul from the lip of the wound Lowering the red clot wasn�t enough Passing through the hook Left on a raft of cells Floating, floating under, floating under Beating organs nestle here Forceps will never get around, forceps will never get around here A set up, a set up, a set up Racing a slit through the clot Cold sore perched in the blood Steady, steady, I�m looking at your arm Steady, steady, I�m looking at your arm Steady, steady, is that the curdled pore Steady, I�m looking at, I�m looking at your arm Steady, I�m looking for it, I�m looking for it, I�m looking for it