Venice Lockjaw

Lyrics

One more awful feeling And the fog rotate Pelted on the second stair Blood falls from your vision Of an overdraw Don't pant and we'll go unseen Chirping birds Passed off an open glare Hung on a firework Bodies at once we were Torched by the burning sand Touched by a folded hand Ripped off in your marteau And matching walk Echoed in a crowded square Dragged into submission Only salt remains Stranded with a crooked sore Hiding pain into a pair of car Crash into merchant shores What you asked before Then he tries docks at ten Dropped with his failing chore