My heart is darkclots, Leap year is late 
How did you get here, Ask all but the babe 
From a Christ that went hissing Constricting his cells 
We summon by candle by book and by bell 
Glossolalia coats my skin 
Glycerin and the turbulence 
stuffed the voice inside of God 
Mirrors to the animals 
The sermon goes mourning, Pricking it's hail 
Slothful the child, That preys on the seed 
Shall behead the drought, Wound under sleeves 
I hope you have room, In a thicket of vines 
Give me a moment, To clean what you've stole 
The streets will hang high, Stretch ribs and let taste 
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate 
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith 
Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and the turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals.