Mora

Take a step off of that silver bird from your planet

And you brought a little bit of that cold with you

Now ring me out like you would your bastarding father

And you're so quick to stick to that scum

Hungry like a piranha

Swallow a little of that sea

Now taste a little bit of that salt in me

Throw up a little of it on your knees

Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning

Before you poured your elements away

Now sink back to the bottom of it all

Seal your lips with the black stitch of a secret

Parade with that speechless dryness of the desert

Lay flat under the lime light you feed off all the fiction

Cold callus and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands

Kiss your son, now kiss your bible

You know I never wanted to see your face

Oh I just won't believe it

Swallow a little of that sea

Now taste a little bit of that salt in me

Throw up a little of it on your knees

Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning

Before you poured your elements away

Now sink back to the bottom of it all

You're sinking, you're sinking

Swallow a little of that sea

Now taste a little bit of that salt in me

Throw up a little of it on your knees

Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning

Before you poured your elements away

Now sink back to the bottom of it all

Before you poured your elements away

Now sink back to the bottom of it all