[Verse 1: Doseone]

And when I

Slept

You'd knead

Glue into my wings

Tie rocks across my eyes

And stab for from where I sing

And I

Would not pretend to mourn your death

I'd honestly probably solemnly

Just tell Jeff

I could explain all sorts of numb but this ain't no wound-licking tongue

I could explain all sorts of numb but this ain't no wound-licking tongue

I keep trying

To finish writing (This line)

About women hiding [(?)]

(Jump)

You want to complain but your

(numb)

I ain't no settler

Not a girl in her

Twenties

Knows what the fuck she requires

I ain't no settler

Nay not met

A girl in her

Twenties

Who knows what she wants

I could explain all sorts of numb but this ain't no wound-licking tongue

I could explain all sorts of numb but this ain't no wound-licking tongue

[?]

I can tie the stem of a rose with my tounge

And the rows of my teeth

And woe that i reap

[?]

Its my pattern

I give it up

I give it up

I give it up

I give it up

Its my pattern

(reapeted)