Man-o-war tentacles
Net the way for a wary heart
In the throes of a long night
Traumatic birth
Renders me sleepless
In bloody sheets
Wounds gape on
And here this witch doctor
Has run out of salt.
Man-o-war tentacles
Net the way for a wary heart
In the throes of a long night
Traumatic birth
Renders me sleepless
In bloody sheets
Wounds gape on
And here this witch doctor
Has run out of salt.