Lyrics

Concrete colored clothes drag like atlases Pristine papers scrolls No holes No pins to show Callous cactus feet dig into the street A cul-de-sac They eat a pack of tongues when they're hungry Cupboards occupy their eyes for hours Occupy Occupy Cupboards occupy their eyes for hours Occupy Occupy A knife a jackal speaks It's an [?] to sentence from a home A home of tomes Where slate grows slow Dig your cactus feet deep into the peat The roman roads A yawning maze of tongues with no corners Cupboards occupy their eyеs for hours Occupy Occupy Cupboards occupy their eyes for hours Occupy Occupy Cupboards occupy thеir eyes for hours Occupy Occupy Cupboards occupy their eyes for hours Occupy Occupy