(Of The Lot)
Can't form words
With my jaw always dropped
Sometimes it's broken,
Sometimes it's in awe
Sometimes it's cracked
And you can see the light
But not enough to give me any
Peace of mind
Can't stay afloat
With this ship full of holes
Sometimes we live
Sometimes we die
Sometimes we swim
And we make our escape
But we don't stand a chance
Against this f*cking lake
Wipe off your feet
We're going inside
Bring him to the throne room
Make him f*cking speak
Unhinge the jaw
I want to collect the precious teeth
Cash in hand
Rumored Devine light
Nothing ever changes like
They said it would
You been talking about leaving
And I think you should
Gossip stones
Tender moans
Left untold
I just can't wait
Aging groans
Same old tropes
Hands gone cold
I just can't wait
Cut him loose again
Nothing ever changes like
They all said it would
You've been talking about leaving
I think you should
Let me hang my head
Inside this ecstasy
In that violence,
I am overwhelmed