Collapse

We are all soured milk

When we look in the mirror, we collapse

We are all soured milk

When we look in the mirror, we collapse

When our time has come

When our finger's on the trigger, we collapse

Arms are fading

Swirling like a poison in the sink

Like the southern bell

Playing songs of horror, like teeth among the grass

Like a bullet shell

Whistle and a howl

Watch the good folks run

We are all rotten fruit

When the pipeline's are still flowing, we collapse

When our time has come

When the city needs a lynching to collapse

Arms are fading

The devil's in the eye of every man

Water in the well

A baptist and a baby were rolling in the leaves

Keep her spirit well

And (toppit?) baby's father will lay her out to dry