Chants

The Dead Do All the Living

Hailing down rain of silt, rafters are falling

Collapse not withholding, on the railing and failing 

Waiting on you in the pit, not outside of it

Below the pit and looking down into it

Waiting on you, on you who deserve it

Shards falling down and around, they embrace and they fall

Ooh, Grasping glass in the hand

Eh, Gonna do what I can

Can’t feel my legs and I can’t feel the answer

Everything still, motionless the morning after

Here comes the chopper, second time today

Rescue or kill, I’m dying to know when you’ll get here

Dumb on the floor, and mute in the pit

Below it, but right within it

Climbing burning steel, just to jump in again

Waiting on you in a blur, in a fury / I lower my gaze

Lower my gaze in a haze, unforgiving 

Giving up ghosts where the dead do all the living

The world has gone dark – the stones crush all feeling

Blood tastes of rust, and my head’s in the ceiling
If I had a rocket, some son of a bitch would die

Yet I don’t even know if I’m alive

Scissors

Come inside with me, I guess
you’ll surely see
That butter lubricates but burns
eventually
Your butter will just burn, the
lubrication gone
Carbonized remains, friction
maintained

Your butter will just burn, the
lubrication gone
Carbonized remains, friction
maintained

I got a pan so fry in it
I got a pencil write with it