Testo The March Of The Elephants

This cistern burns

With the sisters who learn

That certainty burns with a fist

The cyst of this growth
The cyst of this growth

Is a hope (against hope)

That I loathe, and steel myself to resist



I am an animal, unprepared

A club in a drawer full of silverware

I'm under there and breathily holding

Her underwear is dexerving a scolding


Disgrace is the color of red that you're looking for

I'll be wearing that working convenience store

Oh.



Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles

The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles

The cities wear a badge that differentiates

But it's the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate

I am an animal, unprepared

I am an animal, unprepared

I am an animal, unprepared