[00:38.13]A bit of salt in water stirred to burn my tongue
[00:44.55]and bring me words while devils hum in swolen gums
[00:49.86]I wait for Gods to write my songs
[00:53.29]A wet lamp sun hung over sad as nervous fingers work
[01:29.80]And crowd then in then on and round and
[01:38.92]Round pull shadows from my open mouth
[01:42.98]Shadows from my open mouth