peel off the leather and dig out your heart. right before your very eyes i slipped off the husk. i mastered the sleight. there’s a getaway car that’s been waiting my whole life. the engine has been running since the moment i arrived. a trap door in the gallows let the charlatan out but smoke and mirrors box him in. the rags and the bones were such a burden that i thought i’d collapse and only when i surrendered them did i find i had what it takes to burn myself at the stake. did you smell a rat? i had faked everything but my death. across the divide and onto the shore, the strain on my back wasn’t there anymore. wisdom teeth have replaced the fangs.
i’ve been scalped. i’ve been knocked conscious and i still haven’t come around. there was so much trouble on my mind all the time. call on the ten thieves and tell them i'm ready. i looked up and the desert was everywhere, but insight comes through blackened eyes. i climbed a hill to dig a hole in the ground where i could bury the faithlessness and the evidence that i was ever actually right. my skin was on too tight. i could not identify the body. us snakes evolve, its what snakes do. i could not identify the body. shed the fur and leave the womb. peel off the leather and dig out your heart.
“The whole winter, the temperature was in the low teens. Utterly freezing,” says Every Time I Die’s frontman Keith Buckley regarding the months that ...