Drip down to my fingertips
The river slips and slides and slips
He sings to me a sweet lullaby
but as I drift to sleep, all I hear are crickets.
Broken smiles and shifty eyes,
Shatter through your heart break ties
They silence all your fucking lies
with thin green skin and innocence.
Cold hearts turn the world to ice
Frosted tips and ice cube thighs
Never see the world of Christ,
in the way you crunch their bones.
Passion Fire burns all truth in sight
Dries the grass and ends the fight
Hate starves the animals
until all that's left is dust.
Crickets are all I hear.
