Smoke and Brine

My days, a blur My voice, a slur My songs, unheard Dark roads, I swerve All fours, a cur All lies, my word No hints, observe Alone, unnerved No bark, all bite No right, all might No maps, no lights Ease off, uptight Don’t fold, don’t fight Stand down, comply Switch off, ignite No stars, moonlight I've got smoke for your brine Smoke for your brine My eyes, blood-red Spin out, no tread Chained glass, behead Can’t feel my legs No fucks to give Stains on my ribs Absolve to live Green in the sieve Exhume the grave No dice, low grade No cool, enrage Old scars, abstain Don’t call my name Don’t pray for rain Don’t run, contain Don’t deal the blame I've got smoke for your brine Smoke for your brine