Ensemble Suicide -

Burning down the days

Let me count the ways

Calling up the waste

So what the fuck

The breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and all

Winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of hours

The breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and all

Winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of hours

I’m stealing back

Cash in the cockle shells

I’m stealing back

Bite the copper coin and run

I’m stealing back

This fiberglass wound is tearing

I’m stealing back

A ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut and padlock held

You can’t go back the way you came

If I could make them run I’d run them

If I could make them run I’d run them

An affidavit sworn in dental floss and chicken bone

Lashed together as through a storm

If I could make them run I’d run them

If I could make them run I’d run them