Ship

Get it out of your system before it gets out of your hands Just focus on the mission: we're trying to avoid land Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine You're my gentle bump, my supple stump Now, thump the trunk of what ya thunk Let "Thunk" be humped by brittle junk Believe the bump will make us sunk Carving bamboo to scar tissue: Facial Tattoo, becoming new Sunk, we sunk softly Sunk, we sunk to free all our minds of mutiny Much mad we made of scrutiny Of human streams, what semen sees And blackened bleeding of the knees Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine