Surly Demise Lyrics - Shannon Wright

This state it cannot be sound 

For seeing through 

The day with fresh eyes 

Try to lick these bits 

Back into place 

These tanks bore there wintry weight 

To wake to these scraps of morn 

It bears a stone 

And that's what i've become 

These legs are built upon a surly demise 

We all reach for a hand in which we will guide 

Let's sit quiet and we shall not stir 

Your mouth is fragrant 

And lassoing this room 

And never is too long to date 

Your crusty petals are prying away 

Pails of cheer have become stains