all i want is to hold a little piece of history between my teeth it s cold and hard like mother s grief i d risk it all just to feel my burning skin the water s cool and closing in the dark pulls black and let it in and the cloven tongue of fear exactly at your ear at night and the only risk you take is that all of your mistakes survive all this time as i try to understand i realized what i believe has moved again and what are we if not bones and blood and teeth we re memories in perfect films of who we ve been and the cloven tongue of fear that s softly at your ear at night and the only risk you take is that all of your mistakes survive all i want is to hold a little piece of history between my teeth it s cold and hard like mother s grief you know i d risk it all just to feel my burning skin the water s cool and closing in the dark pulls black and let it in and what are we if not bones and blood and teeth we re memories in perfect films of who we ve been and we could try and we could crawl and we could die and we will crawl