The scent of my hands is familiar
To the fosterly men in their coats
Who guard not their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fireWho speak with some tenderly
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The tinge of my eyes is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
Who fiend close, close, close
To their closetly homes
And ruminate the walls up with ghosts
Ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears, ears
Ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
Ears, ears ring
The air is familiar the sound is not still
Dead voices cover their moats
They fill the cloth totes with the rustles of earth
And the crying, detritioning bones
The dust off my knuckles, familiar
To culminated piles
To culminated piles of bones
That shift when the earth quakes and trembles, trembles
And quarries men up to their
And quarries men up to their thrones
The scent of my skin is familiar
To fosterly men in their coats
To guide not their spirits from fire, fire, fire, fire
Who speak with some tenderly
Who speak with some tenderly coax
The air is familiar the sound is not still
Dead voices cover their moats
They fill the cloth totes with the rustles of earth
And ladies that they have ungirthed
Ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
And ears ring and teeth click
Ears, ears ring
