A.r. Kane › Scab

Inside my belly, theres scars made of jelly
They (dance) on a teddy, on aging faces friendly
Her sweet smiles getting dusty

Just trust for love
Dont eat for taste

Vile juice, swallow spit reason
Angry scab crack split
Let them all stay out me
Came (moan-a-moan) from a dubway
(let them all stay out of me)
Dont turn em on, its not (? )
Our glass furs riding today

Just trust for love
Dont eat for taste, dont go away

Fresh still limbed blue love toy
Painting slimmed away
Dont dance, dust dance, dancing
Dont fuck that slow one
Save yourself for me

Just trust for love, save yourself for me
Dont eat for taste, save yourself for me