Back to you
The wood coming after me that drinks my shadow
I composed porcelain phrases
So it must be my reading the bottoms
I eat my way out of here
I see you mine in the eyes cracks of dreams
I dreamed the map, the bone cross
shut you up, baby, come back round and be stone from egg
I'm the revealed card the lost rhyme
Pug me this fear with bread
It's benind the eyes that you emerge
Body the last place to hide in