Nothing comes to mind
Nothing comes
Just noise and hard language
Nothing comes to mind
Nothing comes to mind
You burn my bridges for me
They do not recognize inside with them
They talk me over but I fade slower on fever
To a dry and clackin' stalk, I swallow stone
To a dry and clackin' stalk
My frustration, my anger in disguise I slip under
The locust has no king
Chalk up my name, you burn my bridges for me
Nothing comes to mind
Right under your skin
Hey chalk up my name
Blessed persistence right under my skin
Blessed persistence
Nothing comes to mind
Nothing comes to mind
Nothing comes
To a dry and clackin' stalk
I slip under quiet, he spots me anyhow
Blessed persistence right under my skin
Blessed persistence
