With woven hands, we walk barefoot, we're crossing streams From carpet bomb airplanes, we will drop anything That seems to heavy for us to hold on our tongues A rabbit's foot around your neck, well good luck to you I Will stay put, like a weed, I have grown into Something that's ugly parts are not always discreet That which eats the sweetest honey from pollen-soaked bees And I am my shadow; a lesser part of myself Much like a slug is just a snail without a shell Hover above you and slip my fingers in your mouth And if you listen carefully, you'll be rewarded with My tongue in an urn, which strips your longing to live Hover above you and slip my fingers in your mouth I am the chisel the carves out the name on your grave I am the chisel that carves the wrinkles in your face I have no faith in God, cause I've no fucking faith in myself We are stale holy wafers set aside to collect dust on the shelf And the mountains look better without any flags at their peaks And what more can be said when your tongue is torn out from your teeth And I try to hold it together but I am so afraid to die But I don't to live forever, eternity is just too long a time And I'm sorry, I need you know that I'm sorry I want you to know that I love you, no matter how difficult things are I still hold you close in the dark And you share way too much in common with the one That Saint Michael cast below the cloudy floor Tell me you love me and get down upon your knees and pray that Whatever god exists forgives me The mother pine; it sat erect above my head, you loathe the living but you dearly miss the dead And on your bed; we're planting seeds upon your chest As I try and imagine what you look like undressed Watch a video of you learning to walk, I see your face is Rorschach blots, everywhere And now they're saying that I'll pay for what I did, but I was just a stupid kid, nothing more And xanax is a pill much easier to swallow than admitting to the world that you were wrong It's harder to say you're sorry for the things you've done than it is to write another pathetic song Closed-casket funeral, cause not a single one of us could bear to see you with a hole inside your head And I tried my best to loosen up your noose but I think that I just tightened it instead

With shoes fashioned from buckskin We will wander in the snow I speak to my dead loved-ones By carving words in my windows And it's here I found you dancing Wrapped up in animal pelts It's here I'll find you lying In a grave meant for someone else Behold the stag slaughtered in the snowy field His skull now the home of a cricket's family All apostles and apostates Gather where your soul now haunts And from words, we've all abstained All gathered in a seance Behold the lovers crawling on all fours The place where my flesh was inserted into yours And we pained our mother the same way and we came from the same orifice And gathered sticks and twine to build our wooden fortress My brother and I My brother and I We had our birthday and then one more, and then we'd have another Time crafted a wedge that would divide me and my brother What is and will be, will always come to pass But our wooden fortress will forever last Scolded by my father for torturing a cricket And ever since the day, I have begged him for forgiveness My father and I My father and I And I captured the badger that slaughtered all our chickens And he handed me a gun I could not bring myself to kill it What is and will be, will always come to pass But the mercy my dad taught me will forever last I see you as a child Cradled in the antlers of a deer And I was the spotted fawn Staring up in white-tail jealousy When you are the sun, and I am the moon All the light I make All the light I make; It comes from you And the things I hate the most about you Are the things I hate the most about me too As leaves whisper the names of black ghosts within the branches You are Rubin Pritchard falling down upon your hatchet As I watch this pond water freeze for my eighteenth time I fear that your life ended as soon as you gave me mine Your breath will fade and your body will turn to ash But your memory, in me, forever lasts

Your tongue slithers outwards and fucks the keyhole Where I lay with lambs in bed Holding a pillow in the absence of a lover Holding a pillow in the absence of my mother So just leave her alone, you'll only bring her down And just fertilize me, plant me deep in the ground Then the roots are choked out in the absence of water And the livestock will starve in the absence of fodder And there's but one man I hate, he sucks the light from my head He writes all these songs and he sleeps in my bed And he wonders how his insignificant life will end He wonders how people would feel if they found him dead And it cut out my heart and it poured in the salt To see my father cry and know that it was my fault

This morning I awoke to the sound of a bird Flying into my window; It's voice never heard By the ears on my skull and I thought of you Invisible walls blocking your every move And your song is equivalent to birds somewhere near When you're trying to find what makes the sounds that you hear Like the redwing-blackbird who hides the red in his wings, You're too scared to listen to the songs that I sing And I don't understand, I hope someday that I will Why you're treated as someone who has no cup to fill And it kills me to hear that you can't stand yourself Nobody will read you on the top of the shelf I'm sorry you're stuck here, but I'm hard to read too I'd love to be opened but I'd love more for you To witness the pleasure of a lover's warm seed So be it, if someday, that lover is not me We're a couple of birds, we sing among each other No one knows what we say, but we won't let that be a a bother And nobody really gets it, that is except for you You're as willing to listen as the blue-bird is blue So lay in this nest, a lovely fit for two And when you awake, I'll catch a worm for you And I'm guilty of viewing the world through the eyes Of those who have less things they love than despise And I've mentioned before, a bird and a stream But the bird is held captive by the walls it can't see And you've mentioned ideas of spilling your brains So i might understand what your tongue isn't saying You admit that you hear me, my shy, bashful call My meaning still hidden behind metaphysical walls So now with a stream of chords, words, and notes I wait for response, be it of worms or of swords And please do not listen when I'm branded a gimmick They'll tell you that Judas is the one whom I mimic And the sound of you breathing is the oar of my raft And the will to keep living is the sound of your laugh And I'm not 100% sure that there is any god above I'm 100% sure that you're the one I love