Zed And Two Naughts

I'm not breathing any better

My lips crack with every grin

I hear the scraping plea of branches against my broken window

Why do I let you in?

The silhouette holds me under

Can't poke me with these pins

Flotsam drip of nectar, a nexus bean sprouting

When she says

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher

Antidote claps with thunder

From a gash of stable rain

This bed will never rest you, the answers in the summons

Why do I let you in?

The skulking fits the crown and

A wasted dust of kin

Repulsion turns to nectar when pigment leaves the body

When she says

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher

First born pray and first born con

Crawling like an animal

Hold your breath, it's feeding time

In this zed and two naughts

In this zed and two naughts

Painted a fulcrum of caves piled with dreams of

Bantam masters made of pastures

Labryinths turning, cystic maze

I've been hanging wreathes of cancer

On every door where children sing

Watch it all blister

Watch it all blister

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher, don't go wandering

With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel

Saint Christopher