Regal Murk - Mother Tongue (Dormant Not Dead) Lyrics

You can tell a lot about a man by the way he can tell a lot about another man
There's no time, dear Seneca
That I won't keep, that I don't keep in my rotting heart
Maybe shit gets crazy and you just run
(In my mother tongue) maybe there's no maybe, you just run
We're downright damned, (But) Dormant, not dead
The antidote to the poison is in this case to just stop take -ing the poison
The pyre contains provisions for all comers so long as it continues to burn
Forget or regret: choose one, maybe there's no maybe, it's just done
The good draws to it the good ?, the good draws to it the good?
We're downright damned