Through the Hosiery - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Alice Glass]

You want it out, so just take my spawn

Feel complete after it's gone

Don't sleep by my side, sleep on the lawn

It's not too late, you wanted it gone

Through the hosiery

To the armory

To the nothing

How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?

Give that guilt, you shed a newborn

To your feet, it falls to the floor

Itching inside, you still want more

Stillborn fawn, throw it to the door

Through the hosiery

To the armory

To the nothing

How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?

Fifteen years you've waited for me

Through preteen years of deficiency

Cuts on my hands, but you can't feel nothing

Blood on my hands, you can wipe up something

Through the hosiery

To the armory

To the nothing

How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?

Drink sulfur, spill it in my lap

My onus is the time that you lack

Borrowed your womb, you can't have it back

Drink sulfur, spit it all right back

Fifteen years you've waited for me

Through preteen years of deficiency

Cuts on my hands, but you can't feel nothing

Blood on my hands, you can wipe—