[Verse 1] My throat's grown hair, when I try to speak A hundred years with opinions that wave My throat’s grown arms and legs that punch and kick I've grown so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad [Pre-Chorus] It's grown so sad, sad I’ve grown so sad, sad [Verse 2] I let a scream to break it apart Its head, you pull it off with bite marks The map makers,...Learn More

[Verse 1] I see his face in the basement His purple feet above his shoulders The smell of carbon folds my nostrils I feel his face in the basement Blisters Fingers Those eyes They linger [Chorus] Pick skin from the fountain Which will you retroact for your war, war, war! Pick skin from the fountain Wear some glasses for your eyes that are on...Learn More