III. Country Song in Reverse

Memories of us speaking in code

Fire, birth and captivity

Snuff out your open wound

Hell next door, my songs don't have the right words

Stretch marks from afterbirth

Something you'd fix for me

Odor of silence is so old

Remind me now

Fire, birth and captivity

All creation, an open wound

I'm already there just to give it to you

Leather confused for a cow, still a calf, without a blinking open sign

Maybe next time, maybe next time

Oh, memories of us speaking in code

Lust-dimming mirror

I miss you so bad

If I'm given the upper hand wе can dance

Sub-infinite at last

Pull start our trimmers for thе bushes that they beat around

Kiss again and blend with death

I beat your fucking asses, I protected the animals, I did it

Fuck you

This whine hit a hundred decibels

As they tried to box me in

But like a bad blood transfusion

I just wouldn't take (I just wouldn't take)

There's not a lion in the wardrobe

Only worried mothers on the highway

And a small flood of confusion

It's just too late (It's just too late)

One thousand milligrams of epinephrine

"Sleep forever" anesthetic

The first time I've smiled in years

From eating all these constellations

Nero's futile attempts

To cast out Baphomet

I think he knew it'd look less pretentious on 35mm

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

This time I'll keep it to myself

Maybe next time, maybe next time

Maybe next time, maybe next time

Maybe next time, maybe next time

Maybe next time, maybe next time

We called it the "hand we're given"

All mistake a grenade to dive on

Corrected, you breathe with allegiance

But my wake will be more entertaining

Over and over, agoraphobic

When did you get so bold?

Over and over, agoraphobic

I am worthy of the ark

And I hope to God you can't swim, swim, swim

I am worthy of the ark

And I hope to God you can't swim