Taskmaster

Lyrics

Skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy Shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty Like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile Licked down to a cigarette I promptly extinguished In a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers Under your bare feet are only symptomatic Of the monster I have become Skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy