Spitting Wind (feat. Chris Connelly)

Replacing all the air

You replace until there’s nothing there

You makeshift suffocate

The words before the meaning

Then the voice is heard

Woah, the voice is heard

The voice is a stream of pain

Like from a falling plane

Revolves round the world again

The texture still isn’t right

Cowers from a hunter’s light

Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight

To rest here is asinine

Between electric lines

Forgive me, instantly chilled to the bone

We trawl through shame

Through lovers names

Through the backlit scars

Through the frigid wars

And we burn our crimes

(And we burn our crimes)

Between electric lines

(Between electric lines)

Say a prayer for nothing

(Say a prayer for nothing)

Take a dare for nothing

(Take a dare for nothing)

Here I am a ghost

(Here I am a ghost)

A shadow lingering

(Yes, it’s lingering)

I am a toxic host

(Just a toxic host)

No sense imagining

(Imagining)

The voice is a shock to you

All made of ice, and through

The pages wet with no one’s story, never true

It climbs through your open pores

Behind your distant doors

Distorts the age you never claimed that was your own

The frayed pages hide the end therein

The plot descends

To whispers barely heard above the spitting wind