Held this one behind the teeth The opener couldn’t take this The throat was still a closed door You don’t spend the one that tears On a house that wants a warm encore Kept the iron under the tongue Page still wet, the jaw still set The voice had to last the night To have anything left to shred Now the floor is taking weight Now the ribs already know If it’s leaving the chest at all It rips before we go Best for last Not because it’s kind Best for last Because it costs the spine We held the loud thing quiet Till the room could hold the sound Best for last Then we burn that number down I saved the one that scrapes The one that strips the wire raw Low end chewing through the chest High end till the voice won’t draw Not a wound held up for proof Not a name I owe the dark Just the number that takes the throat And does not give the throat back Now the floor is taking weight Now the ribs already know If it’s leaving the chest at all It rips before we go Best for last Not because it’s kind Best for last Because it costs the spine We held the loud thing quiet Till the room could hold the sound Best for last Then we burn that number down After this the street is cold After this the throat is meat The box cannot do this part The body still has to mean it Taste of copper, lights still hot What do we walk out with then Best for last No encore that means a thing Best for last Leave it ringing in the ribs We held the loud thing quiet Till the room could hold the sound Best for last Then we burn that number down
