The Children's Song Lyrics - Singles - Forgetting Skaro

I will punch your phalanges 

I will lick your diaphragm 

Until it is soft enough to be smoothified 

With crunchy bits inside 

Made from your vertebrae 

My molars rape their unliving crusts 

And turn them in to intestines to love 

Your heart leaves chunky blood clots on my face 

Where I rip off the flesh above your spleen 

I slit your eyelids to make paper sheets 

To decorate the scene of your skinning