Paroles de Naysayer

Clay in a perfect suit Shake hands, reach the womb On your loudest day When they laude you to tears of disbelief You will end your life On your knees, hide a hint of that grace And it's safe for now The old houses and evening drink Your vacations paid By the gentle dictator you thank You loved that life Thrilled at the bone beneath your feet Don't look to brave Don't look at all when I squeeze your throat And say, "My god, you've been so bad Was it worth what you have forgotten?" Skin, sliding warm Moving curve, crushes doubt Clay, come with us It is time, say goodbye Fall from the blade To the floor, to the grave