Strip away my lungs
I can feel the instinct
Mother of my tongue
Swear I'm one
I can feel the earth
Cull it from the surface
Clothed it all in shame
Son by son
Speak our fears for one more laugh
You can pull my panic back
Hate breeds the best when no one asks
You can pull my panic back
What is in a name?
You could say it's worthless
Language into languish
Overrun
Felt it all anew
I could see the purpose
Underneath the gauze
Everyone
Slept in oil, our pain runs black
You can pull my panic back
What tears the flesh but leaves no scab
You can pull my panic back
Hair sways in fluid waves
Pressure trigger figure eight
Airwaves we masticate
Trenchant rigor obfuscates