Tell em you need it
cause it's soothing to know
there's no end

can you separate it
I know you want it
to feel control


no traffic in these eyes
when veins in tantric change

it's slow pumping through my legs
we'll try to carry on
with veins in tantric change

and yes we'll try
to stomp the days away


what if right now
these heads
rolled dead across the table

who'd sew theirs back?
i'm slowly thinking
of switching your head

with my body
and we can start these days the same


comfort me on the floor with these bones
they're two mouths to feed
i am just a ghost


you think i'm rested
i am more shot than you know

i hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls
it feels like there's something in the walls


no traffic in my eyes
it takes the pain away