In My Mouth

And now I wanna take a little bit of you in my mouth.

And now I wanna make a dream come over this house.

I only started to take you into my heart.

I only started just to take you into my heart.

Because of pride my smile is purple orange

And it’s twisted in place,

With barbs and lashes at the edges

Stretching open my face.

I’m pages ripped out of a journal, torn into shreds.

I’m an empty socket with the current flowing, promising death.

I’m going to kick the sick out of my crumpled gods,

Gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods,

Gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods!

Wind and trees and rustling leaves

You never leave my heart.

And now I’m fine, I tell my people, but I still see that face

Who swore about me that I’d never even finish the race.

I’ve eaten too much of the acid that I cooked with regret.

There’s a hole below me that I’m patching

With commitment and debt.

Although I’m proud, my pride’s a creature that

I’ve locked away in a cage.

We talk occasionally

But I always feel the hum of his rage.

Those pages ripped out of a journal, torn into shreds.

That empty socket with the current flowing, promising death.

I’m going to kick the sick out of my crumpled gods,

Gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods,

Gonna kick the sick out of my crumpled gods!

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