Pawn to Queen Four (Variation 3)
Ceiling peeling overhead
Warm velvet, cold lead
Act running 70 degrees (Running 70 degrees) High
rise leather on his knees
Sign the paper,
the paper Break the blade I
was born in the ditch that
you made
Staring at the water stain
Telling me to kill the pain
Walking on broken glass Pawn to
queen four, step in the dark
Target painted on my chest,
leave a mark
Dust settling on my coat
Iron taste in my throat
Board is clean
File is cut
Eyes stuck open
Mouth sucked shut
Board is clean
File is cut
Rust in the dark while you
sleep in the cut
Thermostat locked at 72
Silk and tie,
custom shoe
Press a stamp,
slice a name
He doesn't even know the game
I was the dog on the
chain in the rain
Now the metal teeth chew my
strain
Fibers tear, pages split
Sitting in my own spit
Ceiling plaster dropping gray
Yesterday thrown away
Burn it down
Board is clean
File is cut
Eyes stuck open
Mouth sucked shut
Board is clean
File is cut
Rust in the dark while you
sleep in the cut
Ceiling plaster
Velvet coat
Iron in my throat