Paper Tongues

Drying out, a paper tongue in a cotton mouth
Giving way
Shaping words you’d never dream to say
Without a breath
Without thought, without dread
The things are lying there
Camouflaged up in my head
Old vines to shred
Life long thought dead
Life long thought dead
Creeping toes massaging on my right brain
Now a forest grows
Blossoming there in my veins
So before you dress
Trade in this bed bullshit duress
You’re gonna suffer now
With hands of those who know you best
The ones who love you best
Well it won’t be me, I won’t play the disease, oh
You keep on flapping those paper tongues
You keep on flapping those paper tongues
You keep on flapping those paper tongues
You keep on flapping those paper tongues
You keep on flapping those paper tongues
You keep on flapping those paper tongues
You keep on flapping those paper tongues