I'm attracted by the fabric of waste 
Watching ourselves as our bodies decay 
And though some love remains 
I'm attracted by this waste 
Watching ourselves as our bodies decay 
Watching ourselves as our bodies 
Decay 
This is a tryst this is discipline 
The discipline of flowers always takes me in 
I'm attracted by the fabric of waste 
Watching ourselves as our bodies decay 
Angels bleed easy 
Angels breathe easy