[Verse 1]
Though this is all you'll ever get, it would be a strange delight
No eyes, no nose, no mind
The grey light of Porto stays with you

[Chorus]
Oh, how can you love a tiny bug impressed by the night when you cut yourself?
Save me, save me
Your body rotten as the last melon on the vine
Pull your shirt down, save me, save me

[Verse 2]
Press my thumb onto your tongue
Hand a knife up to me
No mouth, no neck, no rest
The white poem of self-hate stays with you

[Chorus]
Even though you know a chance to cut is still a chance to cure, pull your legs apart
Save me, save me
Your body doomed as the last apple on the tree
So, let me hurt you, save me, save me

[Chorus]
Save me, save me
Save me, save me
Oh, how can you love a tiny bug impressed by the night?
Save me, save me
Your body rotten as the last melon on the vine