Lay me down and pull
The tongue from my mouth
So I cannot tell a lie
So I cannot make a sound
Save for the harshness of my throat
Sounds like a broken bleating goat
In the nondescript midwest

Bind my hands and break
All the metas from their tarsals
So I cannot grab your throat
So that I cannot play a song
A song that lies and steals your name
A song that borrows all your time
And leaves a bad taste in your mouth

Cast me out into the waves
One shade of blue into the next
And hope that I will never wash back up
Onto the shore
But if I do
Wont you be so surprised to see
That I devolved and grew a shell
Youll have to smash it with your teeth
And suck me from my living room
Into the next shade of blue