But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet
Decay, your words acidic taste
Arrows aim to crack rib cages
No more voices on the radio
That snuck in and planted seed
But your venom's weak in my blood
Your words are cancer in my mouth
But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet
I'm unfolding little scraps of paper
I'm unfolding little scraps of paper
Your poison scabs, coagulated
Like a ghost, you were the gardener
Your hardest try is never enough
Decay, your words acidic taste
The tooth is rotten, yank it out
No more waiting by the telephone