Skin & Teeth Lyrics

Help

Rid me of this withered shell

Help

Deliver me from an excessive self

Day by day, I dissipate

The rumbling beneath

It cradles skin and teeth

Just skin and teeth

A spectacle, a specter

The less of me the better

A spectacle, a specter

The less of me the better

Hell

Is written in a jagged face

It's felt

In a cadaverous embrace

It's in a mother's nightly weeping

It's in a father's righteous rage

Hell is beauty

Beauty is a cage

It's a cage

A spectacle, a specter

The less of me the better

A spectacle, a specter

The less of me the better

It's the halving of a whole

In a perfect loss of control

Ask, as if I could explain

The implications of my actions

The intentions they make plain

Ask, as if I ought to know

Why I thrive when I'm deprived

When there's nothing left to show

And ask, as if I could explain

Why these intercostal spaces

Are my sacred domain

And ask, as if I ought to know

How could anyone find valuable

Or comforting, a clavicle

Or why I'd sell my soul

For a perfect loss of control

For a perfect loss of control