Cottonmouth

Don't, lie to me
All my parts and pieces,
Separate heart from reason
No patience, all pride
Every sister: my bride

Cottonmouth
Will your circlespeak
Tell G-D anything?
Cough it up!
I'll tell G-D everything
Cottonmouth

Found out our streams run dry!
No substance, no mind.
It's never seen—to never be, to never speak.
We keep our ears to the ground,
We won't hear a sound

Cottonmouth
Will your circlespeak
Tell God anything?
Cough it up!
I'll tell God everything

Numb your throat
Your empty words a thick, dull coat
Cut to the end, share what you've found
I won't hear a sound

Cottonmouth
Will your circlespeak
Tell God anything?
Cough it up!
I'll tell God everything,
Tell God everything!