Blessed Persistence

Nothing comes to mind
Nothing comes
Hey chalk up my name
You burn my bridges for me

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

Blessed persistence right under my skin
Blessed persistence

Nothing comes to mind
Blessed persistence

To a dry and clackin' stalk, I swallow stone
Right under your skin
To a dry and clackin' stalk