Collapse

"We are all soured milk
When we look in the mirror, we collapse
When our time has come
When our finger’s on the trigger, we collapse
Arms are flailing
Swirling like the poison in the sink


Like the Southern Belle
Playing songs of horror
Like teeth amongst the grass


Like the bullet shell
Whistle and I’ll hum
Watch the good folks run


We are all rotten fruit
When the pipeline starts to flowing, we collapse
When our time has come
When the courtyard needs a lynching, we collapse
Arms are failing
The devil’s in the eye of every man
Water and the well
A Baptist and a baby
Were rolling in the weeds


Keep her spirit well
The tarpit daughter’s father
Will lay her out to dry."



"The host of the show comes down
to collapse on the ground
and the crime scene revisits me
this body shut down in Bordeaux
and the shores of gold coast
on the balcony I search for sleep
the future has fallen short
when the sun sets north
and the clouds fall from the mirrored walls

Words speak and choose
make sense and lose
capsize the tall tale, but always fail
words speak and choose, make sense and lose
forfeit the tall tale, I always will

The host had his mouth sewn shut
all in the name of trust
when the blood goes thin, he's given in
you can spare us the formal toast
the drunken anecdotes
from this day on... goes on and on...
You know when he falls apart
he listens in the dark to the records turn
I'll never learn


To set it down
you'll set it down
you'll set it down


Words speak and choose
make sense and lose
capsize the tall tale, but always fail
words speak and choose, make sense and lose
forfeit the tall tale, I always will

To set it down
you'll set it down
you'll set it down
To set it down
you'll set it down
you'll set it down
To set it down

you'll set it down
you'll set it down!"