The clientele: Your kin and friends taking their bodies in and trading them for ends. We took our bodies and we put them up to fend against their bodies and the cycle never ends. Taste it! Taste it! What are we now? Two eyes and eight/seven seams all working to show how much we need to feel permission to go forget our bodies and just taste it? They're busy pissing family colors out. Going out dinner with our mothers. Coming back and fucking in our sons/daughters. But they don't know what they're doing because they don't know how to damage how we love. So they damage what we love.