Lapochka

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Till the mountains of avarice turn blue?

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Till the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?

Avulsion limps its spurs in the pinches of my earth

The dust I kick of animus shatters

Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow
And in your suppression tastes sulfur
Hear the children say

Tear of mended sails

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Till the mountains of avarice turn blue?

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Till the moleskin I pick becomes fuse?

As if suddenly your avalanche

Reverses my polarity

And secretly I know that come Sunday morning
You'll be standing at the pulpit to an empty room

Hear the children say

Tear of mended sails
How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Till the mountains of avarice turn blue?

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Till the moleskin I pick becomes fused?

The drowning water you drank, passed on by birth

I'm no longer willing to give you control

The drowning water you drank, passed on by birth
I'm no longer willing to give you control