hold your tongue for the night doesn t last that long bury teeth in the roots that keep pullin you down blood will spill but the face will still come clean night goes on and it haunts you in your dreams even our way ends in two and the distance you had room to wake up from the mess that grew it takes away hold your tongue for the day goes on and on bury teeth in the hand that keeps pullin you down blood always spills but the hands will wash it clean night goes on and it haunts you in your dreams even our way ends in two and the distance you had room to wake up from the mess that grew it takes away