Lark throated spit through beaks tonight. These gagging chirps were written in disguise. What's that sound?. Caskets floating. . Hey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb.
Wake up, can you hear me?. You're so clever, did you find me?. In the backroom, in your closet. In your suitcase, there's no running. . I will find you, like the glacier.
The host of the show comes down. To collapse on the ground. And the crime scene revisits me. . This body shut down in Bordeaux. And on the shores of gold coast.