The Honorary Title. Anything Else But the Truth. The Smoking Pose. Zeneszám

Oh with the color in your eyes a-blaze, sleeping but awake
Desperately you're searching for remains to feed that part of you
Crawling and scratching, you sifting through ashes
And fingers are blistered right down to the filter
The blistering that carved that shape in you all night

With your chin down to your chest
The speech drooling out in a mesh
Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of what you mean
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of how you seem

Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation
Allowing the two of you, completion

And with your chin down to your chest
The speech drooling out in a mesh
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of what you mean
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of how you seem

Singe your throat when the door is open
Beneath the smoke, I can see that
Singe your throat when the door is open
Beneath the smoke, I can see that

And with your chin down to your chest
The speech drooling out in a mesh
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of what you mean
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of how you seem

Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation
Your eyes were just blatant, hints that you have come alive again