All relaxed with nails bit to the quick While golden was the silence Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt The burdened saw the damage Absorbed with our legs lost to heatedwhite lies We remain to pull its frame From the ashen wreck of anxiety Blown to conspicuous borrowed attacks Weve got the nerve to live so low like this With nails bit to the quick And teething blood so warm The man who keeps Sewing needles between his teeth Prefabricates every spoken word With no weapons to lay in front of me Robbed of my skills in social weaponry, robbed Impending was the omen No choice but to sever dead skin You reap what you sow To degrees youll never know
robbed, prefabricates, heatedwhite, nail, quick