Tell me it's over [bad word] awaits 
I've been to the surface 
And nothing is there 
Eyelids sank muffled 
In the nerve aura sound 
But when she wakes 
Will she still be with us 

My heart is darkclots 
Leap year is late 
How did you get here 
Ask all but the bait 
From a christ what went hissing 
Constricting his cells 
We summon by candle by hook and bell 

Glossolalia coats my skin 
Glycrine and turbulence 
Stuffed the voice inside of God 
Mirrors to the animals 

The sermon goes mourning 
Pricking it's hail 
Slothful the child 
That preys on the seed 
Shall behead the drought 
Wound under sleeves 
I hope you have room 
In a thicket of vines 

Give me a moment 
To clean what you've stole 
The streets will hang high 
Stretch ribs and let taste 
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate 
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith 

Glossolalia coats my skin 
Glycrine and turbulence 
Stuffed the voice inside of God 
Mirrors to the animals 

Then so long 
Dear mnemonic 
Assume the form 
You've given me and I'll split 

Now hold on 
Just hold my hand 
Say that they made you 
But you brought your own leash 
Tell me no more no 
Say I'm the last one 
Outside 
By the drift 
You read my will 
Of thread and itch 
Failure [bad word] 
As failure to decease 
And still you won't know everything 
I've built the fall 

Sulking drained the fall of my pale will 
Swarming by your steps 
Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts 
It only meant to drape a plastic 
Over the stuck pig scalp of head 
To cover the sock where the flatline had spread 
The kiosk in my tempral lobe 
Is shaped like rosalyn carter 
She says my map is home again 
But torn face down 
I have only but a million blemiches 
To tell you all about 
In the end they just gagged me 
To make [bad word] out 

Gas me the hind 
Of your five legged snare 
Tooth picks the eye 
But no things there 
Down drags your waltz 
Cross the alter top 
From a sleep that 
Deprevation knew 
Tresspass your form 
I'm void of dusk 
I'd ask to look 
But the mask stays on 

You'll levitate 
Teutonic print  [bad word] is the wrath 
Of my [bad word] 

In the end they just gagged me 
To make [bad word] out 
You locked the cuffs  [bad word] [bad word] 
Will you drink the shadow 
Of my red hair 

You and your false 
Witness to God 
You've one in the chamber 
But your finger got stuck 

Let slip the sound 
Of a cry for help 
But all was lost 
On the night you walked 

Palm speak through eyes 
Serve your memory lost 
I contaminate insignias 

In the end they just cagged me 
To make [bad word] out 

Glossolalia coats my skin 
Glycerine and turbulence 
Stuffed the voice of God 
Mirrors to the animals 

Wait till I get my hands on you 
I won't forget a face that lift me 
Just you wait 
Till I get my hands on you 
I can't 
You won't remember 

Unwrap my corpse 
And let it thaw 
In the eye of the needle 
I can't get out 

They'll check my wrist 
I'll faint a pulse 
I'm not the human 
You thought I was 

If you pet the night 
Sixth pentacle dice 
If you roll the seven 
St. Michael dies 

They'll be no ransom 
Don't shut my mouth 
I scald the answer 
You're afraid of