Lyric Father to a Sister of Thought

rotten device, i ll say it twice
i m too much i m too much comforted here
costs too much too much, we ll leave you
everywhere eyes, nowhere to die
no place to shove your sharpened heel
i m looking looking for a tired face
in case you wanted to go
i know, i m breathing in to the end

calling the bluffs, talking so tough
goodbye to the ugly steeple fear
good times for ever after
i m just a man
you see who i am
i m binding my hooks
and open the books
dirty black hearts
angel of corpus cristi
you re so misty, tell me what i want to hear
i know i m reeling in...[x2]
to the end [x4]

i know i ll never know [x2]