Grand Union - Arthur Beatrice

Head, toes, let her eyes in me

They cloud the sea, could never be let out

These lines repeat themselves

Slit your half and talk all else

Slow down, the acting temp

The housing man, full order to pass

Sly thoughts, prophetic dreams

Pathetic scenes, hand hold me down

But it’s so devastating when you feel

You’re all above

And you’re not in love

Dead lungs, you’re becoming someone else’s tongue

Coughing up blood, skin coming off

Quick mask, the spot on cheek

And fidgets leave, it’s all going down

Lifting the bills away, your border state

Like steel, it’s so devastating when you feel

You’re all above

And you’re not in love

Dead lungs, you’re becoming someone else’s tongue

Coughing up blood, skin coming off

We’re cold but the door is closed

Shadows that are holding you out

Sleep out, rancidly, let it be

Like steel, it’s so devastating when you feel

You’re all above

And you’re not in love

Dead lungs, you’re becoming someone else’s tongue

Coughing up blood, skin coming off