The Rattle of Black Teeth - Code

On a mattress of salt

On a sea of wounds

And only my arms for oars

White-knuckle dream ride

Cling on for dear life

Fare thee well my black-hole bride

My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky

It’s so strange

What life looks like

When you’re falling

Falling

Falling through the cracks

Is there anyone there

On the other side?

Do they know who you are?

Can they bring you back?

And in my deepest darkest dreams

The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing

In the heart of my brain

There’s something coming

And it will never leave you behind

It’s pulling you and tugging you

Til the light goes out in your eyes

When fate hangs you out

You out to dry

When you’re finally coming apart

Then you’ll start to know why

And in my deepest darkest dreams

The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing

In the heart of my brain

On a mattress of salt

On a sea of wounds

And only my arms for oars

White-knuckle dream ride

Cling on for dear life

Fare thee well my black-hole bride