Restoration

Concentric circles signal dinner time

the tidal waves that skim the surface

we're split along the seams

we've all been gnawing at the bone

and your last breath left us

dangling from your spine,

and that was fine.

Yeah, your last breath left us hanging

on the line wondering why you never lose.

After all, the hair falls from your head

and a heart attack's been sleeping in your bed

but on with the restoration

I'm running on my feet

I never stumble as i'm falling

'cause the vultures love to have you in their claws

but you offered me my preservation

will all this time my fortune be?

and the stunts that brought me to my knees?

'Cause I can't wipe my collar on my own.

I'm split along the seams, my head is coming off.