Little Red Lung Ink Blot Lyrics

The weight inside a picture frame
Not nearly salvaged as the blade
That cuts the maps and figure eights
To occupy that little space

Your better half is on parade
Internal organ pop-up display
A star is just as deadly as the day

We've been relying on ink blot test
Tethering white silhouettes

Oh avalanche, you're wasting your time
Come hell or high water I won't die If there's a blood stain in the road
I can't help the innuendo
I can't help the innuendo

You think that you're a storm cloud in heat
Vertebrae a thousand daggers deep
The wet air cracks your mouth to speak
From battle line's long suffering
In worn custody burning the seeds

We've been relying on ink blot test
Tethering white silhouettes