Noctourniquet

Made my bed in drought of barrel
I haven't shot this thing in years

Do you think I'll fold?

Callous hands of detriment
From a crossbow flinch of gasping air

Do you think I'll...
Solomon, don't fall apart

Their words have made the perfect burden

Solomon, your hollow heart

A nomadic void of halcyon youth

Prenatal at the hips were we once joined
Seperated by the scalpel when we were young

Do you think I'll fold?

Held under the water in a breathless troth

Buried in the plot of your front steps

Do you think I'll fold?

Incinerate the faith that you were taught
Incinerate your crone of useless flesh

Do you think I'll...
Solomon, don't fall apart
Their words have made the perfect burden

Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth

Solomon, don't fall apart
Their words have made the perfect burden

Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth

And in this life you long to flee

You can stop the rain from falling
Tie it on in your mind

It's your noctourniquet
And in your file will it read
That you caved into the night?

Tie it on in your mind

It's your noctourniquet

Made my bed in drought of barrel
I haven't shot this thing in years

Do you think I'll fold?

Bucolic hymns that frolic on your hissing tongue
The rivalry of siblings cut from saffron cloth

Do you think I'll fold?

I reach right through the pavement with the shortest straw
Never a dull blade in your mother's drawer

Do you think I'll fold?

Place it in the thirst of her endless flask
The iridescent poison will quench forboding

Do you think that...
Solomon, don't fall apart

Their words have made the perfect burden

Solomon, your hollow heart

A nomadic void of halcyon youth

Solomon, don't fall apart
Their words have made the perfect burden

Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth