Brute

I’m gonna rub the salt into a wound today

Rip it apart, the heart was meant to play

I’m gonna rub the salt into a wound today

Something about the halt of a holy freight

Dream through a wall again

Dream through it all

Scream through a parlor's den

Scream through a wall

No one’s gonna find my heart this way

No one’s gonna break my heart

Speak up when you're feeling bad

Your heart’s in a hovel, heaving up a cloud

Speak up when you're feeling bad

Your heart’s in a pickle, prickled by a prowl

I sold my soul to you, my soul to you

I sold my soul to you, my soul to you

I soiled my soul for you, my soul for you

I soiled my soul for you, my soul for you

Holler and holler and holler we’re had

Bit by a substance that drove us quite mad

Farther and farther and farther we fled

Flung from the wings of a wicked white bread

Rip it up, kick it up give us the score

Can’t trust a carrot to lead you to shore

Ripples of pitbulls will bat on your door

Can’t trust a pusher to a portion your pour

River, river solid as soil

Halted, shouted, bolted and broiled

River, river, solid but soiled

Hindered, spattered, unspoken and spoiled

Out of sound, a silence swells

Howls a hound of haunting bells

Ribbons roped their bones to wells

Held a cell for the spottiest spells

Sun, sun where does she roam?

Shifting and sifting about like a gnome

River, river she wanted a home

Held her own hand to not feel so alone