Song | Plastic & Powder |
Artist | Lower Dens |
Album | Twin-Hand Movement |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
His head is shaved. | |
His tongue is on his lips. | |
From the purse in his hand comes an oft-welcomed gift which, | |
In hindsight, | |
Had I been wise, | |
Would not have received so willingly. | |
Oh, | |
These birds never stop. | |
They just keep flapping a thousand putrid wings infinitely. | |
What if my tongue curls up? | |
What if my skin sloughs off? | |
What will the vanguard think of me and my pedigree? | |
Will they ever climb down? |