Teeth Video (MV)

Don't try to mourn a life that you never had
Start living it
Because you're down for the weekend
Those little voices in the back of my head
When I'm listening
They tell me I'm already dead
I can hear them scratching
On the inside of the walls
Burrowed holes in my stomach and my skull
Give us teeth that we may rip and shred
Give us claws and all the rest
Marry me that we may fix this mess
Joint account, fixed address
This train is running on a one-way track
Take a breath
You'll never see this shade of green again
You're holding onto what you're certain about
It draws it out
Cause now you know there's no such thing
And it feels too early
To be screaming at the void
Blackest black, it can't talk back, then what's the point
Here's what you get for your hundred years
A gold watch and a package of fears
Here's what you get for your promises
Sixteen tons on the back of your neck
Give us teeth that we may rend this flesh
Give us straw to build a nest
Marry me that we may right this ship
Give us more than we can stand