[ Featuring Nick Benigno, Nick Willbrand ]
Make a figure out of clay
Party to the fruit and serpent
Judgement on your enemies
In time returns and so encircles
Gods' blood in and seven made
Tears become their godly servents
Feeling ripped and cast away
Kiss abyss and taste the tempest
To your love!
A painter with a box of paints
Tiled walls, forgotten places
Rats crawl on the plans we made
In like blood and out like waiters
Your smile means another day
I can't remember why I'm angry
Fathers wait on moonlit days
Mothers shape the mud of you
To your love!
