Teeth and all
Gnash and gnaw
Weave and roll
Crash to cold
Mind on the matter of minding the number of holds
And never none
Right, on the matter of a farewell, I haven't one, no
Discovery's all that's left as a notice for the fall
Deliver me over, settle the closure, call to the hollow
So will it and fall..
And remedy lost to memory of another to follow
Breathing walls
Flashing flaws
Leave and fold
Or dash to call
Father, the rattle of climbing and cumbersome thoughts...
Was never done
And brother, the battle of bearing another one's bold
When recovery's only left as a moment 'fore the fall
The reverie's over, mettle, composure, all to the hollow
So kill it and call...
The parody of an enemy, love and nothing to follow
So strip me of methods, open the message 'fore I fall
Deliver me over, settle the closure, call to the hollow
So will it and fall
The remedy lost to memory of another to follow
Mind on the matter of minding the number of holds...
And never none