Rotting from the inside Over-incubated By the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Boiling hard in euphemism Slowly becoming part of the water Like a frog who never knows The jacuzzi's getting hotter How'd you know I was looking at you If you weren't looking at me? A stagnant pale perfume Concieved to block the pores The clotting glands encroach The endless comfort of a mom Deep inside my tanning salon Wishing life was poached The cracks finally appear Release cholesterol tears The flooded cyst drains itself of pus The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk So as she drives she'll close her eyes Feel it warming up inside Oh an egg comes out of a chicken Oh a chicken comes out of an egg There's no place like home