Enrich my fall from shallow quarters
Hollow shoulders, creeping company
Fragrant musk, chivalrous godforsaken rust
My column holders
Laughter elevating spinal disk
Common entertainment killing still
Sedative persuasion makes me ill
Pummel me with dosage, passing time
Shovel in the nonsense living shrine
Scoff my disposition with the past
Cage, roll, shelving, fascination
I heard they brought dirt into the house, the mongrels
A calloused complaint, they're putting masks together
They're putting masks together with duct tape
Who asked for a wake at this fine affair?
Yeah, but nobody else said it.
Nobody else said anything about it.
You have to have cause, you know?
And speaking of calico
Scratch my hands in broad daylight