I Hear - Medicine

A butchers grin from ear to ear, no one outside who can hear

Don’t you think your time has come, I hear

Powders melt inside the cup, don’t you think she’s drunk too much

Touch the lips that blueish cold, she’s not too old

Turn the gas on high speed, shut the windows tightly

Wrap the babies safe and warm, I hear

Pull the wings off lightly, break the bones politely

Don’t you think the time has come to raise the line

A sweethearts sharpened kiss, twenty-four marks on her breast

A lover gasp rings through the might, I hear

Pull the wings off lightly, break the bones politely

Don’t you think the time has come, I hear

Powders melt inside the cups, don’t you think she’s drunk too much

Touch the lips that blueish cold, she’s not too old

Blueish eyes through the earth stare, frozen face without a care

Another chance to raise the line, I hear