Gravity Knives

They bled the packages

Stamped out our chords

With tapeworm leadership

Ate our fruits and left us pits

So if what they say is true

Your neck's on the menu

Close your eyes the gravity knives

Ring a song sweet as creamy ice

Bathing in their iron demise

I can see red

I can feel light

We've taken all we can get

Brass vacation strangles rent

The pangs above our hips

Guide teeth to heads on spits

Close your eyes the gravity knives

Ring a song sweet as creamy ice

Bathing in their iron demise

I can see red

I can feel light