mouth full of coal, i lost all control
and now there's nothing left
i rode a silver ox, i forgot my socks
my feet are cold again
come outside into the black sound
what's been keeping you?
you feigned a sigh into the cold ground
your mouth is bleeding blue
but what's in a name that's worth keeping?
i'm embridled with shame and i wish i were sleeping
but i touched that thorn, i could have sworn
that there was a caveat to all of this teething
what's said has been said, so i guess i really ought to be leaving
can we please get on with this beheading?
the turnout was good before you fell through the bedding
but i touched that urn, i should've learned
that there was no caveat to all of this doubt
what the hell is all this yelling about?