Split Tongue

[Verse 1]

Tongues untied conjure

Lungs wide, deep in power

Gut bucket spill over

The sounds were the strangest

Before word was formed in the beginning

Vibrating between flesh and teeth, air escapes

Calling your name when least expected

Stirring spirit, chaos directed

No strays, no mistakes

(Possession) Possession, (possession) possession

True and living, rooted rhythm

Spilling game, full up with feeling

I'm so full up with feeling

Can I touch you there?

[Verse 2]

Talking to myself and not listening

Who cares what thе picture thinks?

My shadow voice glare opеn

Question mark above the crown, the fifth mystery

I want all the rings, it came with caution

Words mean things, but don't have to

Lemme ask you one more time

True and living actual

No dull axes, owner of all heads

The word came first, the worm still fed

Fresh flowers in a lab

Flex hours, but that ain't no bag

One language, a programmable translation's infinite

Your pick of sentiment and meaning, it grew between us