The March Of The Elephants

This cistern burns
With the sisters that 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
Hey! Hey!

I am an animal, unprepared
A club in a drawer full of silverware
I’m under there and breathily holding
Her underwear is deserving 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 differentiate
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