El protoplasma

I'm gonna gouge out your eyes like a cow
and I'm gonna make a smoothie so you can see me
from the bottom of the glass, so you can see me.
Blended your eyes, blended your love.

I'm gonna rip out your tongue, so you don't say
that you don't know, that you didn't know, that you don't even suspect
that in the depths of the depths of the throat.
Cut your tongue, cut your love.

I'm gonna suck all the protoplasm,
all the protoplasm I'm gonna suck.
Let's see what you do
without protoplasm, let's see...

I'm gonna pluck out your hairs, just out of jealousy,
and I'm gonna leave you bald like a ball.
Hair by hair and sometimes
I'm gonna pull out tufts,
just for a little while I'm gonna shave you.

I'm gonna rip out your soul with much calm
and I'm gonna make a rug, to step on it.
From the depths of my soul,
to step on it
if one day you leave me, stop loving me.

What are you gonna do?
Without eyes, without tongue,
without hair, without soul
and besides...without me.