chromatic hair static fuse
automatic flare, spastic moves
there is a null where a beat should be
come back to life and be with me
you chase yourself around the world
to prove where you're coming from
the taste of hell on your tongue
you bent at every fork
I wash your mouth with poison oak
and vanity dead sea oil
now we are soft
and in search
of a
heart
so baby cut loose, cut down to the bone
tell me what's new, tell me what is wrong
there is a null where a beat should be
come back to life and move with me
you taze yourself right in the mouth
to prove you're strong enough
the taste of hell on your tongue
you bent at every fork
I wash your mouth with poison oak
and vanity dead sea oil
and now we are soft
and in search
of a
heart
