How much do you make
in that death factory
Severance owed
in the chamber of revolvers
Empty jails
fall from my scalp
Shake the globe and let me out
If still I can remember the day
That they took you from me
Seems like I've [bad word] from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's over
'Cuz if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
'Cuz I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
[instead of rags]

When do I get to see the body
preserved inside this grin
Sewn in the lips
where her last words
I'll be damned - I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their brass again [bad word] of doubt still it keeps you thin
And still I can remember the day
That they took you from me
Seems like I've [bad word] from your trenchant memory
Harp sickle will warn me when it's over
'Cuz if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
'Cuz I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
[instead of rags]

Does your temperature ache
Is your glass about to break
Are you purple with current
Will you now [bad word] the servant
Gordian knots in the power lines
Saucer fills to empty with pesticide
Like the pharaohs of old
Bury me in gold
I'll make your son refuse to fight
in the stalk home setting that we provide
If your heart does cease to speak
My fingernail choir
will make your chalkboard sing