THIS HOUSE TALKS
2011
2 CORE
Before my plastic frames of mind
Before the place I’m bending in
I core myself, I core myself
I core myself, I core myself.
Black as night I wish you were black as night
Then the dark reborn as you wish I were black as night
You core yourself, you core yourself
You core yourself, you core yourself.
And I pull the sacramental weeping off
And I keep all steely feelings
It’s alright it’s alright
It’s alright it’s alright.
