Smashing Pumpkins

amphetamine annie-dog
has her leash and a face
her velvet spleen her shackle spine
her dimond curse
it comes with mine
a vessel she
for violent I
confession arms a wake
mine, mine you were always mine
possessed by my taste
and below the angel dog
combs her hair and sings her psalms
the bombs go off
she doesn't notice
it all goes wrong
she sets things tragic
she is venus
she is mars
she's electric
and the struggle of
upon my face we leave no trace
but in her stomach mercury aged
she holds the blood
she carves the knives
she digs the wives in our babies
amphetamine annie-dog
pulls her trash
and her stories
from place to place