Just a vessel held together,

just a vessel for the selling,

there's no telling when or how I will hang your swans,

I will steal the strings from your harp as it sings,

I will open them all, I won't look away,

I won't ask twice, I'll cut your tongue right out and never come back around here, Is there anyone here to offer air?

Just a vessel for the selling,

you don't serve me and I deserve it,

but I'm nothing, no nothing if not wired for it,

I will tease you with hopefullys and then leave,

I will open them all, I won't look away,

I won't ask twice, I'll cut your tongue right out and never come back around here, Is there anyone here to offer air?

Lungs so lavish, I'll just have them,

face so ravished, I can't have it,

but your absence has the same effect.

A rise and fall for all involved.