Hybrid Sheep Organizer - Mouths Stretched To Mother Bird (Only Officially Available On Bandcamp)IntroVerse 1With Woven Hands, We Walk Barefoot, We're Crossing StreamsFrom Carpet Bomb Airplanes, We Will Drop AnythingThat Seems To Heavy For Us To Hold On Our TonguesAnd A Rabbit's Foot Around Your Neck, Well Good Luck To YouI Will Stay Put, Like A Weed, I Have Grown IntoSomething That's Ugly Parts Are Not Always DiscreetThat Which Eats The Sweetest Honey From Pollen-Soaked BeesVerse 2And I Am My Shadow; A Lesser Part Of MyselfMuch Like A Slug Is Just A Snail Without A ShellHover Above You And Slip My Fingers In Your MouthAnd If You Listen Carefully, You'll Be Rewarded WithMy Tongue In An Urn, Which Strips Your Longing To LiveHover Above You And Slip My Fingers In Your MouthI Am The Chisel The Carves Out The Name On Your GraveI Am The Chisel That Carves The Wrinkles In Your FaceVerse 3I Have No Faith In God, Cause I've No Fucking Faith In MyselfWe Are Stale Holy Wafers Set Aside To Collect Dust On The ShelfAnd The Mountains Look Better Without Any Flags At Their PeaksAnd What More Can Be Said When Your Tongue Is Torn Out From Your TeethAnd I Try To Hold It Together But I Am So Afraid To DieBut I Don't Want To Live Forever, Eternity Is Just Too Long A TimeI Try To Hold It Together But I Am So Afraid To DieBut I Don't Want To Live Forever, Eternity Is Just Too Long A TimeAnd I'm Sorry, I Need You Know That I'm SorryI Want You To Know That I'm SorryI Need You To Know That I Love You, No Matter How Difficult Things AreI Still Hold You Close In The DarkLong breakVerse 4And You Share Way Too Much In Common With The OneThat Saint Michael Cast Below The Cloudy FloorTell Me You Love Me And Get Down Upon Your Knees And Pray That Whatever God Exists Forgives MeThe Mother Pine; It Sat Erect Above My Head, You Loathe The Living But You Dearly Miss The DeadAnd On Your Bed; We're Planting Seeds Upon Your ChestAs I Try And Imagine What You Look Like UndressedRefrainAnd The Lord Takes Just As Much As He MakesYeah, The Lord Takes Just As Much As He MakesVerse 5Watch A Video Of You Learning To Walk, I See Your Face In Rorschach Blots, EverywhereAnd Now They're Saying That I'll Pay For What I Did, But I Was Just A Stupid Kid And Nothing MoreVerse 6Xanax Is A Pill Much Easier To Swallow Than Admitting To The World That You Were WrongAnd It's Harder To Be Sorry For The Things You've Done Than It Is To Write Another Pathetic SongClosed-Casket Funeral, Cause Not A Single One Of Us Could Bear To See You With A Hole Inside Your HeadAnd I Tried My Best To Loosen Up Your Noose But I Think That I Just Tightened It InsteadRefrainAnd The Lord Takes Just As Much As He MakesYeah, The Lord Takes Just As Much As He Makes
