This is a smash and grab jo
Smash your rib cage and grab your heart
From your chest, to my mouth, to my bloodstream; this isn't coming out
And your eyes are lasers and your teeth are razors
And your hands must be cinder blocks
Cause the pronouns and words connected are making my limbs disconnected
So stick your finger down your throat so you have room for these quotes
About your hair, about your eyes, about your lips, but they're all lies
She walks like a siren to a fire; like a secretary to her bosses desire
And I will light myself aflame and now do you remember my name?
Where's your duke now?