Girl From A Rib

Like the girl from a ribcage
She was conned by its tongue
When the worm should've got stomped

Up in my intercostal space
I can feel where you're from
Peel the coating off at once

12 on 12 to the V-shape
We were one all along
We go on 'till it's done

Out of seeds from an apple tree
You were born in a trunk
Nearly thrown down his snake pit below
We are one 'till it's done

But I did really appreciate some company
And finally felt some heat on my cold chest
What did you expect from me?
How could I have anticipated this tragedy?
Being hungry, alone
Half naked in the street



Credits
Writer(s): Orson Wouters, Lukas Hermans, Ruben Paul F Mertens
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