Glass Damsels - Eksi Ekso

The damned on a train

Writhing like the hogs in the sky

Sweet morsels in freight

They all queue to the front

And deliver, they delivered

Of all the precious little dames to consider

Collect and embrace them

Or deface them

It doesn’t matter either way they’ll be tasted

They line up, down

Ready in rows

With no hint of the slaughter

They are coming to me/be

Yellow nights and capers

Go as long as needed

These lasses won’t escape this

The horror of now

I want to feel it

Without a role

Without a limit

The quiet drowns

As we’re all in

I’m all in