Ash is falling premature
September snow
Caking the cracks
In English cobblestone
When their tongues been torched
Even lemons start to taste sweet
Coal acid and lily pads
Are all that's left to eat
Rain down raspberries
Into each crevice of each mouth
When all are feeling ill o' threading
This ole charcoal blouse
Escape route
Come and eat a mask
Of a non-raspberry contour
From a hallowed out cult
Of color identical lore
Form in formation
Or go get lost and f*ck yourself
And when's all said and done
Was honor forfeit at the bell
Rain down raspberries
Into each crevice of each mouth
When all are feeling ill 'o threading
This ole charcoal blouse
Get out