New Misfortunes - Kit de Survie Lyrics

At The Guild there is an altar to a long dead mom
Her daughter's severed hand cradles a crystalline sponge
Its fingers are adroit as though it can't be grasped
Eight needles rank in an alignment and they rank of flesh
In the hollow of a sponge a silver tooth is cached
You wouldn't think the two would work but do they ever enmesh
I was told the silver teeth have been imbued with ashes
They were heavier, as heavy as a mourner's eyelashes
You can buy the momento mori for about 3K
I was reluctant to ask what the artist must have paid

I wasn't kidding when I told her I envisioned a glove
When she removed the lid from her survival kit I had proof
Could it have been a revelation of her mother's love
Or is it perhaps the resting place of a white dove