Make my bed in droughts of beryl
 I haven't shot this thing in years
 Do you think I'll fold?

 Calloused hands of detriment
 From a crossbow flinch of gasping air
 Do you think I'll...

 So long, don't fall apart
 The words have made a perfect burden

 Sewn along your hollow heart
 We'll never hassle you

 Remember at the hips where we once joined
 Severed by the scalpel when we were young
 Do you think I'll fold?

 Held under the water in a blacklist trough
 Buried in the plots of your front steps
 Do you think I'll fold?

 Incinerate the faith that you were taught
 Incinerate your crown of useless flesh
 Do you think I'll...

 So long, don't fall apart
 The words have made a perfect burden

 Sewn along your hollow heart
 We'll never hassle you

 And if this life belonged to me
 you can stop the rain from falling

 Tie it on in your mind
 Its your noctourniquet

 And in your fight to live and breathe
 Then you keep it to the night

 Tie it on in your mind
 Its your noctourniquet

 Made my bed in droughts of beryl
 I haven't shot this thing in years
 Do you think I'll fold?

 Your color seems to flower from your hissing tongue
 Your livery of siblings cut from saffron cloth
 Do you think I'll fold?

 I'll reach out through the pavement with the shortest straw
 Lavera, don't play in your mother's drawer
 Do you think I'll fold?
 [bad word] hasten to the first drop of endless flasks
 Heretics and peasants with a quench forboding
 Do you think I'll...

 So long, don't fall apart
 The words have made a perfect burden

 Sewn along your hollow heart
 We'll never hassle you

 So long, don't fall apart
 The words have made a perfect burden

 Sewn along your hollow heart
 Whatever one takes, whatever one takes for you