I Speak to Rosaries Lyrics

I speak to the rosaries

They told me of my father's death

They spoke through plastic and wore my neck so I can see the truth

The grim stalked above his bed and clenched his heart 'til it drowned his lungs

Oh mother, please don't cry

I speak to the rosaries

They told me of our home's demise

They spoke in cryptic tongues and sewn their words to my ears

The grim stalks above us all and counts us down 'til our final breath

Oh mother, please don't die

Present tense, my future seems irrelevant

Present tense, my future seems irrelevant

Present tense, my future seems irrelevant

Present tense, my future seems irrelevant

Present tense, my future seems irrelevant

Present tense, my future seems irrelevant

And I get to choose