Troy Von Balthazar Coco
all these feets and all these faces
different speeds in different places
we want drinks and warm embraces
we've got friends in higher places
all these feets and all these faces
pretty streets and southern graces
perfect hair, expensive cases
we've got sun and melting glaciers
and the light in our eyes reflect
the warmth that we all expect
and the walls in our homes connect
silver mines and golden bracelets
bloody heads and clashing races
the killer stalks before he chases
his basement's full of bones and vases
all these feets and all these faces
nature kills and then replaces
and the light in his eye reflects
the death that we all reject
and the walls of his mind connect
there's a box, in the box, in the back of my head
