Frances the Mute
A. In thirteen seconds B. Nineteen sank, while six would swim C. Five would grow and one was dead It's been thirteen seconds Since you all last said I've become the apparition You predicted for my death You said that flirting brings you Closer to the end You can bait into the water But you'll never get the hint And like a stain of bricks goes Dancing by your head Plucked from an icebox Grafted on my skin My coat has hid the marks Mink hits the shovel fix Near the sway of pendulums Boar abrasions and a kiss' She said, 'I'll never let them hurt you I'll never let them in What you took from me is mine What is mine I'll never give' Mascara glass in the molar weeds Herash,a serpent infancy His eye patch pushed a gap of sand Into his shine a sedative More and more the dirt collects You'll never find her body now Her closet festered in a secret air Blonde underneath a blackened hair He never knew the colony Gestated in his bed Mingle with the carnivores you've something both in common now Till one day his wasted breath Swollen throat and karma debt Set foot inside a parlor, to find her drunken by receipts He held her by the ankles Gutted at the nave, yes gutted and depraves He tied a rope around her legs And let her hang for seven days [Chorus] This never happened, but I saw you leave, And crawl into a bed of broken windows
Written by: CEDRIC BIXLER, OMAR RODRIGUEZ
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