I’m not breathing any better
Mallets crack with every grin, yeah
I hear a scraping plea of branches
Against my broken window
Why I let you in?
The silhouette holds me under
Can't poke me with these pins, yeah
Flotsam drip of nectar
The nexus bean sprouting
When she says
Saint Christopher
Don’t go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one’s at the wheel
And the claps of thunder
From a gash of staple rain
This bed will never rest you
The answers in the sermon
Why I let you in?
The skulken fits the crown and
A wasted dusk of kin, yeah
Repulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves the body
When she says
Saint Christopher
Don’t go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one’s at the wheel
Let's both pray at first born come
Crawling like an animal
Hold your breath it’s feeding time
In this zed and two naughts
Painted a fulcrum of caves
Piled with dreams of
Phantom masses made of pastures
Labyrinth setting, Cystic maze
I’ve been hanging wreaths of cancer
On every door where children sing
Watch it all blister! Watch it all blister!

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