There's A Lot Of Us In Here

Some hex please
A pitch black painted wreath
A book nailed to a tree
Or a vow that you whisper when burying old baby teeth
We'll ride drogue you'll see
We will genuflect accordingly
A crude but truthful plea:
Dispossess me of all of this shit that keeps possessing me

You salvage me
Cloven a thousand times
Make believe that we
Blown apart could be
Woven and redesigned

We would rather be sent running off a cliff edge
We can hold our own palaver and the viper caused it
Hanged men, fang bred
Oh come send us on

You salvage me
Cloven a thousand times
Make believe that we
Blown apart could be
Woven and redesigned

Sever the hoof and host or
I may
Be without someone to call for
One thing more
Let em' make You and offer now
Free graze
Jaw to tusk, all of us, Oh come send us on