Bury White

To resurrect ourselves, we disembowel our saints

We never underestimate the

destructive power of change

We find another way

We dream up stupid shit to while away our days

There's time for everything

We're always searching for what's wrong

We dance around the wire

a bunch of piranhas

We dress ourselves in words

armed and overheard

We're always searching for what's wrong

No! Never! It's all gone now!

No! Never!

It's all wrong in my heart

(soothe me, lover -- left me nowhere)