Testo Driving

Snow falls on the tip of my tongue
Tasting blood of the violence to come
Branches hang low to drag and reach
Crows begging a hawk for it’s meat
Prism dug from the bottle waves
This the skin and hair you came
Cuts were made for the nerves to die
Some so bold they speak in light Legs running in the tall tear blades
Imagine wanting life and the want remains
Watching rot in every passing eye
Bones bend to eat the shit from the flies

Driving, driving, driving, driving
She how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading

Bent my knees down as low as they go
Swallow ashes then vomit gold
Crone wade on a sinking ship
Carries shadows deep into my crypt Never listened to the words out of mouth
Only heard the thoughts and
The thoughts were proud

Driving, driving, driving, driving
Driving, driving, driving, driving
She how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she’s leading
See how she leaving