666 ʇ

Sixes hang in the door

What kinda shit to ignore, I've cut the cloth

Hard line circle

How to know who to write

How to know who can cull up all the questions

We know that I'm right, 'cause to clean out a night

I fell in love

I heard about it

I heard about it

I heard about it

And so it's not in your clasp

What's the function or the task?

Well I'd stun and I'd stammer

Help me reach the hammer

(For then what will I ask?)

That's a pair of them docks

Mooring out two separate lochs

Ain't that some kinda quandary?

Waundry

Take me into your palms

What is left when unhungry?

I learned about it

I learned about it

I've learned about it

I'm still standing here

Still standing in the need of prayer

The need of prayer

No, I don't know the path

Or what kind of pith I've amassed

Long lines of questions

Lessons, lessons, lessons

But what do you lose to concede?

Yes, it's hard to believe when 'em sold for your sleeves

Just come off of your kneel

Please, please, please

I can admit to conceal

No, that's not how that's supposed to feel

Oh no (It's not for broader appeal)

Fuck the fashion of it, dear

I've laughed about it

I've laughed about it

I've laughed about it