Scolds Bridle from Scolds Bridle by Razorhouse

Scolds Bridle

Cauterize the bone, leave it on the fire
tell her your not home, tell her your a liar
And you won’t be at the after party
And you won’t be, in the car
All the wrong in the world I see
All the wrong that I own

Dedicate and own possession of the fire
are your thoughts your own
when all you loves on trial
And you won’t be in the commissary
And you won’t be…at all
When your lost dreams
seem secondary
as your breath stalls …in the dawn

in the dizzy parabolic
of this carnival of pain
in distracted affectation
she invokes
your Christian name

in the brining of your senses
and your broken skin attire
we are reaching our conclusions
we are reaching thru the fire
we are dancing on a wire
we are calling out the gods

we wanna see
we wanna feel
we wanna be real



Disconnect the phone, tear at all your wires
go outside alone in search of your desires
And you can’t be
where they’d rather have you
And you won’t go
unknown
how the world seems
so ordinary
how the world seems
unkind

in the eyes of the forgotten
in the cues of guilt and hope
we will bind your broken bones
and lash your heart with sailors rope

In the war to define meaning
an the conscript misanthropes
these boundaries that contain us
and the fear of letting go

how we destroy
the things we love
in all our best intentions
no instructions from above

we wanna see
we wanna feel
we wanna be real

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