III. Country Song in Reverse (feat. low before the breeze)

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
We can dance
Sub-infinite at last
Pull start our trimmers for the 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