Rigid - Rosa Anschütz

Snitching under high strung

Shudder when it’s getting louder

There’s innards on the wet floor

And your erection in the nightmare

Cause sweating in the white sheets

Sticking to your body

Sticking to your body

Flies charring at the light source

Cremating under high strung

And you shudder when you look at them

But it hasn’t felt like something

A touch into the void

Your body wasn’t trembling

And open were your eyes

Accelerating without tension

To fall hastily into sleep

Precious is your body

Precious is your body

You’re dreaming into something

Wake up, feeling bleak

It hasn’t felt like something

That touch wasn’t deep

Your body wasn’t trembling

And open were your eyes

Accelerating without tension

Your arms blocked freezing and in panic

Your arms blocked freezing and in panic