Into The Mouth

Something is wrong.

Hell on the rise

Into the mouth

Hands at our sides.

Nothing to hide.

Where east becomes west

Where we lost our heads.

Still proud to be

Delightfully pleased

Delightfully pleased

Politefully dead.

Back when I was a giant that scared the sun away

I never thought I'd face him again and felt comforted in that

And then he emerged, so quick into the ground

And when happens next is anybody's guess, but we'll always be around

So nothing is wrong,

Nothing is wrong,

Nothing is wrong

Nothing.