Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nettles
Songwriter
Songtexte
To be useful again
Or to learn new tricks
But when the new wine hits
The old skin splits
And as the good Lord wills
The good thing spills
I don't have a solution
When the shadows come, I write them down
Without cause or direction
A couple of??? become a collection
I combed through what I had gathered
But not a song could I cull
I went to bed with The Bathers
I woke up with the Pyramid of Skulls
In a hospital room
In the heat of July
I watched my mother
Watch her mother die
We turned our heads
When they pulled out the hose
Out through her mouth
From the back of her throat
And all the air left inside her
We heard it claw out her lungs
We watched until it was over
Then we threw her on the Pyramid of Skulls
For some time now
I've been watching him paint the same skulls every day
And I say, "Let's move on, let's talk about anything else!"
And I try and I try, but I just can't look away
I feel him over my shoulder
Ever pouring his dirges into my ear
First I tried to outrun him
Then started humming along 'cause it was all I could hear
I watched myself dig in deeper
Far past the line I had drawn
My fever broke in the morning
I looked up, and the Pyramid was gone
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