Black Salt Lyrics

A lifetime of work becomes your life's work
A century of sentries and left in the lurch
Sunshine is the best disinfectant
They keep you in the dark, nice and infected

Piecemeal for impending famine
A reliquary for perpetual damage

Blown reek, brass tacks
Tendrils solder around the nape of your neck
Black salt, fanglets
A gold watch in exchange for your quivering flesh

Mercurial twists of temperament
Force majeure took my last red cent
Alms-giving for a real well wisher
Solvent for an angry bed pisser

Blown reek, brass tacks, black salt, fanglets

Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control
I think I've lost my mind
Blown reek, brass tacks, black salt, fanglets