Moths

Shelter now swallow down the tube In case you're all leaving They're saying it's safer to assume Where you go you won't need it Leaving your number on the door Got so close I could feel it I'd say you won't need it anymore 'cause The moth's wings are beating The crows are all feeding Lay down your arms now fading Back to the sea Black is the ballast of a submarine Face first guzzle down the mold Prostrate and fearful Strap on the muzzle nice and cold and Give them an earful Yeah we're all bleeding Funning that your dude don't exist But the box springs are creaking The moth's wings are beating And the crows are all feeding Lay down your arms now fading Back to the sea Black is the ballast of a submarine Shelter now swallow down the tube Sounds like you're leaving They're saying it's safer to assume Where you go you won't need it