Took a little while but as, always favor living over death, and for all our belief in ghosts, still take as long as we can before... why the pulling teeth and nails? In unburying evidence, emptiness is a full cup of knowing. It's time to pour it out again. I'mma cover the ground with it. Your Cells!... Emptying your, blood cells! Pour you out like a 20 ounce! Pouring you out! [Short banjo solo] Fake as a smiling cat but as, always favor using what is left, and for all our belief in folk tales, haven't we learned to rebound? Why the killing of sheep and quails? In their covering evidence, emptiness is a day without following, You to the corner and pouring you out. Time to cover the ground with it. [Aggressive guitar solo] Your Cells!... Draining your best cells! Run you out like an oil lamp! Open you like a bud light.. Pouring you out! Painting the roses red. Rivers running red right now... My chisagatahna said he's good and all is well. Now he tells me he's full... My Sundown...
