Composer: Stephen Brodsky, Adam McGrath, Caleb Scofield, J.R. Connors
Lyrics
All relaxed, with fucking nails bit to the quick.
Bit to the quick, bit to the quick.
And golden was the silence,
like foam filling the mouth of the exempt.
The burdened saw the damage,
absorbed with our legs lost to heated-white lies.
We remain to pull its frame
from the ashen wreck of anxiety,
blown to conspicuous borrowed attacks.
We've got the nerve to live so low like this.
To live like this,
with nails bit to the quick
and teething blood, so warm.
The man who keeps
sewing needles between his teeth
prefabricates every spoken word,
with no weaponry to lay in front of me.
Robbed of my skills in social weaponry.
Impending was the omen,
no choice but to sever dead skin.
And you reap what you sow
to degrees you'll never know.
Youʼll never fucking know.
ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, STEPHEN BRODSKY