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