O'brother Poison!
I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed
Did I trade intent for futile means in the process?
I guess there’s a whole in the bottom of my head my sense
has fallen out
I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the
righteous
A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the
wicked
And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin
too
(I give it all)
Will you watch me drown in a pool of my thickening blood?
My rigid limbs sprawl around. I fear that I’m going down.
Stung by the incessant drone of some siren calling me
out.
Oh dear I heard the sound
Now I’m hung like an overcoat with some poison fruit in
my mouth.
Oh god, It’s dragging me down
Louder and louder still, spinning looms by which I am
bound
This wasn’t right, but it’s what I needed
And I wouldn’t lie, to feed my indifference
