I need to taste your voice in my mouth. I need to taste your voice in the air. And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out. And feel your voice all over everywhere. I need to paste your skin around the mailbox. And hold the postman in your smile. I need to fill your lungs with smallpox. And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life. Beautiful baby. All filled with angels. Beautiful baby. All filled with angels. Beautiful baby. All filled with angels. Beautiful babies. All filled with angels