From the recording Skinning
Lyrics
Like I told you
What you want is gone
You’re still tying your shoes
While they drop the bombs
Bony eyes dry-heave till dawn
Braced encased you’re a paragon
Mouth full of dust
Bleeding sandpaper palms
Scratch bark cat in heat
Filed your nails
Till they’re nothing
But powdered on
Oh the time
The time I’m awake
The time, the time
The time that you take
Oh the time
The time I’m awake
What a dick, I’m sick of this
It’s stale, stop poking me
You’re frail, this master-slave dialectic
The sounds I make are
Malignant thoracic
The drip, the drip, the drip
It’s fuckin on
I’d die on your doorstep
Tip the hat
Stomp with your shirt off
Bony eyes, they’re dry as cracked foot
Remiss at the sound
Of the fizz of your slapshot
Can’t butter me
Can’t other me
Can’t mother me
Can’t smother me
Oh the time
The time I’m awake
The time, the time
The time that you take
Oh the time
The time that you take
Bony eyes, they watch till dawn
Braced, encased you’re a paragon
Oh the time, the time I’m awake
Oh, the time that you take

