unless you can part my ribs like the seaand make stone beat, then there’s no hope for meunless the east never meets the westunless you set my sin between your shoulderbladesand forgetpart my ribs like the sea and change me’cause stone doesn’t beatand rock hearts don’t pump anythingbut I’ve grown not to mind because at leaststone doesn’t sling like bloodor spill like guts across the floorwhere the bloodsuckers want more and more and more