Lyrics

I'm just barely undead
Over and over it
Could not claw out
Would not settle it down
Aspersions all the same
Saying stuck is a state of mind
Try being stuck sometime
Unfuck me sibylline

All this work will be
The death, the death of she
I am her and he is me
In a moment we'll be free

wont we?

My trust rarely unsaid
Under and under it
Could not gnaw in
Would not meddle the warning
I'll be gone just by morning/mourning
That's the way that its going
Fuck me it's storming

All this talk will be
The death the death of she
I am her and he is me
In a moment we'll be free

Wont we?