This is a smash and grab job.

Smash your rib cage and grab your heart.

From your chest, to my mouth, to my bloodstream; this isn't coming out.

And your eyes are lasers and your teeth are razors

And your hands must be cinder blocks

Cause the pronouns and words connected are making my limbs disconnected

So stick your finger down your throat so you have room for these quotes

About your hair, about your eyes, about your lips, but they're all lies.

She walks like a siren to a fire; like a secretary to her bosses desire

And I will light myself aflame and now do you remember my name?

Where's your duke now?