Pour Right In

A silver scar in a heart that's beating Ceramic smiles and the sun's receding Back into the deep black swamp that's stained right on your arms Dredging a hole and the mud is spilling Out to the docks and rotten teeth fillings Stapled to the boardwalk planks as the waves shift you away Into sinks that gurgle bile and flames And you can't stay away for long Weathering a perfect storm Smudging up your perfect form Now you gotta cut away Now you gotta cut away At the vines that wrap around Electric barbs stuck on the ground Lifting up the curtains to let the sun pour right in your halls Black sludge marks on a charcoal painting Hanging up while the world is fraying Pieces falling way back down into the jaws of a sunken wreck Getting a signal that is worth receiving Covered in static and interweaving Glued to the boardwalk planks as the waves shift you away Into sinks that gurgle bile and flames And you can't stay away for long Weathering a perfect storm Smudging up your perfect form Now you gotta cut away Now you gotta cut away At the vines that wrap around Electric barbs stuck on the ground Lifting up the curtains to let the sun pour right in your halls Weathering a perfect storm Smudging up your perfect form Now you gotta cut away Now you gotta cut away At the vines that wrap around Electric barbs stuck on the ground Lifting up the curtains to let the sun pour right in your halls