Young Liars

My mast ain't so sturdy, my head is at half
I'm searching the clouds for the score
My lady avails herself of marked down freedom
Forever cashed out to no more
She put the blam in the blame, bullets bearing the name
Of each tigress who's left you a tooth
Save the skins for a pelt and the rest for a belt
That can't open, no nothing
Can't open, no nothing

Young liars
Thank you for taking my hands
Young liars
Oh thank you for taking my hands

Well, it's cold and it's quiet, and cobblestone cold in here
Fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again
Lonely is all we are lovely so far
But my heart's still a marble in an empty jelly jar
Someday suppose that my curious nervousness stills into prescience, clairvoyant consciousness
I will be calmer than cream, making maps out of your dreams
But will psychic ability kill the nativity or simply diminish the flinch?

Young liars
Thank you for taking my hands
And burying them deep in the world's wet womb
Where no one can heed their commands
Except young liars

Voice string trombone pull me forward onward to the sea
Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease
Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive
Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease
Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive
Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease