The scent of my hands is familiar To fosterly men in their coats Who guard not their spirits from fire Who speak with some tenderly Who speak with some tenderly coax The tinge of my eyes is familiar To fosterly men in their coats Who fiend close to their closetly homes And ruminate the walls up with ghosts Ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click And ears, ears Ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click Ears, ears ring The air is familiar, the sound is not still Dead voices cover their moats They fill the cloth totes with The rustles of earth And the crying detritioning bones The dust of my knuckles familiar To culminated piles To culminated piles of bones That shift when the earth quakes and trembles, trembles And quarries men up to their And quarries men up to their thrones The scent of my skin is familiar To fosterly men in their coats Who guard not their spirits from fire Who speak with some tenderly Who speak with some tenderly coax The air is familiar, the sound is not still Dead voices cover their moats They fill the cloth totes with The rustles of earth And the ladies that they have ungirthed Ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click And ears ring and teeth click And ears, ears ring