666 ʇ
Sixes hang in the doorWhat kind of shit to ignoreI've cut the cloth(Ooo, hard line circle)How to know who to writeHow to know who can cull up all the questions(We know that I'm right, cease)To clean out a nightI fell in love
I heard about itI heard about itI heard about itNo
And so it's not in your claspWhat's the function or the taskWell, I'd stun and I'd stammerHelp me reach the hammer(For then what will I ask)
That's a pair of them docksMooring out two separate lochsAin't that some kind of quandaryTake me into your palmsWhat is left when unhungry
I learned about itI learned about itI've learned about itNo
I'm still standing inStill standing in the need of the prayerThe need of prayer
No, I don't know the pathOr what kind of pith I've amassedLong lines of questionsLessons (lessons)Lessons, lessons
What do you lose to concede?And yes it's hard to believeWhen 'em sold from your sleeveJust come off of your kneelPlease, please, please
I can admit to concealNo, that's not how that's supposed to feelOh, no(It's not for broader appeal)Fuck the fashion of it, dear
I've laughed about itI've laughed about itI've laughed about itNo