Doomsday

(álbum: The Death Of Speedy Ortiz & Cop Kicker ...Forever - 2021)

Mouth made of dried meat
Some mouths come over to me
To lick up what I leave

Legs kicking the stream
Parting the white waters out
It's the parting of everything

Maybe it's sex
Maybe it's sexlessness
Maybe it's doom
Maybe it's death
Maybe it was your death
Maybe it's doom

Right, this one feels right
One who was lost in the snow
Buried up from below

Right, wasn't I right?
Humming some shit songs I wrote
'Bout the parting of everything

Away on an ash
Your timeline could not be matched
This one, it's doom
Drowned in the lake
With every stroke you take
Baby it's doom

Called me the hex
I never said I was less
Maybe I'm doomed

Wasn't I right?
Humming some shit songs I wrote
About the parting of everything