Wrists soon will bury me Under alive Assume that culture will comply Exfoliate to breathe
How could you not believe me Oh why? A corbel we are not
This capital is selfish somehow smooth An unimportant life Is captured by the lesions you wont hide It's pulling me Of course it pulls Under our Throats
How could you not believe me Oh why? A corbel we are not
These frost bit teeth are so pressured When digging through a mound of what we built What we build on So cut the bounds We ventured on No one will contest our arms No will compress whats ours I seem to be at the least of it Why don't you bore me with statue wit I seem to be the least of it
How could you not believe me Oh why? A corbel we are not
If only earth was just a man Would you swallow him? Would you swallow his life?