The Writhing South

The Writhing South

Say Anything

Searching for blood in the salty sea
The sun beating down
On the chest in back of me
Looking for drugs in a southern town
I've got this red right hand
That points me south
The puke green clouds
Just spat me out
Into the hot, hot lands
I landed with no shoes

I hear
"hey, come pollinate me"

across the room,
I hope to watch you
Writhe again soon

they've got the army of ears
They can't hear you now
I got the piss in my veins
And these furrowed brows
You've got this one last chance
To burn me, turn me down
If not, i've got these last 12 bucks
To spend on you
You can take me anywhere
Your sick mind wants to
Use yourself to fuel me using you

I hear
"hey, come pollinate me"

Written by BEMIS, MAX
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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