Calibration

Underneath her shells when bitten laugh your brittle carcass wrath
Every time you make me hear them I grow distant and opaque
Your core stability that pleasures, have you the patience to commute
Through a traffic you have driven from the buffalo you shoot?

I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
Stones they keyed adjacent made of only habit, too
I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
Stones they keyed adjacent made of only habit, too

Bill the Cripple’s switch won’t mention, every stair-step marks your back
The flesh I tasted stole remission, cackle that breaks your mother’s back
Give me all the bout that’s pissing, poke the back and watch it crack
I am the last of all your prisons, enemy acquaintance past

I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
Stones they keyed adjacent made of only habit, too
I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue
Stones they keyed adjacent made of only habit, too