The salt from my eyes burn. As does the acid of my tongue.. Might I unearth the hatchet. . And put it to proper use.. Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight..
The salt from my eyes burn. As does the acid of my tongue.. Might I unearth the hatchet. . And put it to proper use.. Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight..
Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you. That I might reach. Straight for your throat. . This is madness. Will we not be satisfied.