Skull Kid

Skull kid won’t come around anymore

Skull kid don’t think I’m round

I am still the story of the ancient world in reverse

Form of a needle falling through nothing

Breath in the curse

Chrome in the dogwood, she haunts the cicada

Jade lip mumble underground

Shadow is watching for someone who’s searching

For the lost legend sound

Still in the painting, becoming stalagmite

I am forming towards the door

Find me a suburb, I’ll speak in Jurassic

And the suit will be restored