The sensation of a neck
Turning of it's own accord
A sharp muscle spasm
A perfect arc of movement
So bite your tongue
Bite your tongue, bite your tongue
Bite your tongue to taste gunpowder and blood
Bales of hay devoid of snow
Juxtaposed by two boys in repose
Oh I'm only visiting
Oh I'm only visiting
Oh I'm only visiting
Bales of hay devoid of snow
Juxtaposed by two boys in repose