Birds and shoes are wanted at the stores
despite I told her in the coffin hiding all his fears
are made up of riot dime
the taste is mind-veilingI'm not crawling back into my cave
giving all that's mine inside his mouthBye bye I say to my backstabbing sister
she's here beneath the undermining monsterI'm not crawling back into my cave
giving all that's mine inside his mouthBye bye I say my self-reclaiming vulture
she's embraced by all the foreign culturesI'm not crawling back into my cave
giving all that's mine inside his mouthI'm not crawling back into my cave
giving all that's mine inside his mouth
My cave, sweet cave
