Its how your lips tart
Part like a turtle
Kiss sharp as a bite from a shark
Wrapped around my kneck like a gurdle
In arenas like a gladiator when I hurdle
Sorry mom I had to hurt em
This is the one thing
If I ever felt certain
Wrap my dead body in felt curtain
The shadow of your eyebrow sweat drippin feelin nervous
Wip me into shape hold me like my body held a purpose
Earth is not too far from heaven Drop me off at gods mansion
Exactly as he planned it
Fast as the devil damned it
Just how i thought i planned it
Double crossed, and under handed
Where do all the lovers meet with one another,
In an effort to uncover what has happened to the silent days?
Despite ones on the corner, dream of something warmer
A semblance of our old ways, what has happened to our handmade days?