There'll be Angel Numbers
Stitches in your wedding dress
Divorce papers
In visions of your death

Let's nest in an eggshell
Darling, my mind's on a living edge

I've been known to backtrack
I've been known to sleepwalk over firing ranges

Am I spent or overflown?
Hellbent, faun on the phone
Perfect cadence, let's put this kid to bed
I'm fainting in an empty home
Strained under the debts I owe

They say the magic word is mortgagе
Imagine, let's sign a Latin life and dеath pledge

Am I unqualified to be so dignified?
Seemingly some of the time I lie for fun
Will I be cast aside?
Mum I'll be mystified
I wish I could say to me it matters none
Who's game for a game of Heaven and hell?
Jesus and the Jezebel
Dying daffodils in graven images

I've been known to backtrack
I've been known to sleeptalk

Would you prefer to be hunted?
Would you prefer to think of me as prey?

What of the suicides?
What of the childless brides?
What of the undecided sons?

The ties that bind, the times they tried
Well, all the dusting gets done

Life is for dying
Are you worth your salt?
Dad's tears falling in the single malt

Life is for dying
Are you worth your salt?
Are we doomed if we are digging?
Are we doomed by default?