Zed And Two Naughts

(альбом: Noctourniquet - 2012)

I'm not breathing any better
My lips crack with every grin
I hear a scraping plead 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
The 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

Anecdote claps of thunder
From a gash of staple rain
This bed will never rest you
The answers in the summons
Why do I let you in?
The skulking fits the crowning
A wasted dusk of kin
Repulsion turns to nectar
When the 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

Firstborn pray and firstborn caught
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
Phantom masses made of pastures
In labyrinths turning cystic maze
I've been hanging wreaths 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