Hog Child

Our tinfield voices threw me On high alert indefinitely Our fears are dirty Will the windshield wipers bring you home to me? All it takes is will and battery All it takes dying happy All it takes is half a century I can't shake you You can't impress me and you don't have to Hog child born wild in a surreal tinfield Slip back out of that hyperactivity Slip back into my hyperlife dream The tears I shed for you weren't all clean And wholly obsessed with your eyes There is a point where self-sacrifice loses light All it takes is will and battery All it takes dying happy All it takes is half a century I can't shake you You can't impress me and you don't have to You don't have to Hog child born wild in a surreal tinfield So this rope and this burn are both rope burns They mean no harm I could almost die happy I could almost die happy So this rope and this burn are both rope burns They mean no harm I could almost die happy I could almost die happy Almost