The scent of my hands is familiar
To prostrated men in their call
To gargle on their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire

Who speak with, so tenderly
Who speak with, so tenderly coax


The tinge of my eyes is familiar
To prostrated men in their call
To get close, close, close

To their closetly homes
Illuminate the words of the ghosts


Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears, ears

Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking

Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears, ears ring


The air is familiar,
So is that smell
Dead voices cover their mouths

Refill their quotas
With vessels of earth
And cry in detritioning bones


Dust of my necklace, familiar
To culminated piles

To the culminated piles of bones
That shift when the earth quakes
And trembles, trembles

And call these men up to their
And call these men up to their thrones


The scent of my skin is familiar
To prostrated men in their call
To gargle on their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire

Who speak with, so tenderly
Who speak with, so tenderly coax


The air is familiar,
So is that smell
Dead voices cover their mouths

Refill their quotas
With vessels of earth
And the ladies that they have ungirthed


Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking

Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears, ears ring