Nature red in tooth and claw
 I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
 I always seem to hear it in your laughter

 The second that I fell in love
 with the handle of your revolver
 I always seem to hear it in your laughter

 I begged to you a second chance
 with dried white roads to Bethlehem
 I always seem to hear it in your laughter

 I the valency that you deny?

 In the time of the sixth sun
 we are cattle to the prod
 and I burn this dictionary
 because its my dyslexicon

 When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear
 cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare
 I always seem to hear it in your laughter

 braided strand of children's manes
 acquired with impunity
 I always seem to hear it in your laughter

 The things you say to me
 are deaf in tongue
 I always seem to hear it in your laughter

 I the valency that you deny?

 In the time of the sixth sun
 we are cattle to the prod
 and I burn this dictionary
 because its my dyslexicon

 You've never tasted heaven
 stood the mother filled with grief
 in the wake of Monday morning
 finds the seventh day

 If fate is your endearment
 through pistil and through stem
 in the wake of Monday morning
 finds the seventh day

 And on the seventh day
 you [bad word] to find
 my prism is not colorblind
 in death's mosaic spirit
 finds the seventh day

 That's why I repent
 that's why I go under
 that's why I repent for the night

 In the time of the sixth sun
 we are cattle to the prod
 and I burn this dictionary
 because its my dyslexicon