Cavalettas

Before I become your epidemic

Condolences won�t go away
Condolences won�t go away
You�ve got that guilty smile

Is there something out there waiting to take hold

So if you don�t hide that guilty smile
That culminated in bedlam
My bed is stained with fractures year after vitiated year
Don�t hide your guilty fright
Before I become your epidemic
Condolences won�t go away
Before I become your epidemic

It�s only a matter of folding time and space
Serated mare ephemera undo her mother�s curse
You better not talk if you came here for semantics
Primordial cymatics giving birth into reverse
Condolences won�t go away

Where a scarlet bruise grows, sprout the fault we own
Is this your first time at this conventicle?

That culminated in bedlam
The coins you bring left footprints, blind thirst and Braille liquor
Warning you all who pass this note

You�ve got that guilty smile
Four corners you are touching, they will liberate my need
Don�t hide your guilty fright
Don�t ignore my presence, hidden reads the scroll
It�s only a matter of folding time and space
If you force me often, I might jump off the board

You�ve got that guilty smile
Condolences won�t go away
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn�t here

I am a deaf con of angora goats
You better not talk if you came here for semantics
It�s only a matter of folding time and space
That culminated in bedlam
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole

It�s only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic

By the time I asked her, the earth fell off the tongue
Bite marks in the menagerie with infidel teeth
What once was laughter, corrosive I became
Hang the broken pieces of a place that isn�t here
Don�t hide your guilty fright
Before I become your epidemic
You�ve got that guilty smile
So if you don�t hide that guilty smile
I am a deaf con of angora goats
So please break me a mirror
When that whore won�t answer, who is in control?
You better not talk if you came here for semantics
It�s only a matter of folding time and space
Is this your first time at my conventicle?

Warning you all who pass this note
That culminated in bedlam

Is this your first time at my conventicle?
I am a deaf con of angora goats
Don�t hide your guilty fright
What once was laughter, corrosive I became
Warning you all who pass this note
And the names you planted, drop the seed into a hole

So if you break me a mirror
It�s only a matter of folding time and space

Condolences won�t go away