Orbis Magnus

You can have boyfriends, but not men.

You want your words to be penned.

There's women on the barge,

On the rivers that bend.

Don't bury you repentance in the pens.

Don't say sure.

Don't sight your hope

In the breeding of the pens.

My lust is to tay here with your bones.

The ones that breathe blood,

From glass domes.

Don't say sure.

Don;t sight your hope

In the breeding of the hens.

They don't want boyfriends -

They want men.