Catfish

And so you stare into the abyss

To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip

‘Cause you were born to be a catfish

Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist

Before I saturate my sorrow

I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame

To trace the footsteps I once followed

We’re distant chromosomes that live in the same vein

Go throw your money at a dead horse

Keep up the masquerade

Your beaten track lead me to a closed door

Now I’m laying on your waterboard

Go throw your money at a dead horse

Keep up the masquerade

Your beaten track lead me to a closed door

So don’t expect a curtain call

And when you dragged me to the gallows

Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys

The clouds concealed us in their shadows

Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity

Go throw your money at a dead horse

Keep up the masquerade

Your beaten track lead me to a closed door

Now I’m laying on your waterboard

Go throw your money at a dead horse

Keep up the masquerade

Your beaten track lead me to a closed door

So don’t expect a curtain call