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letra de teeth - edward scissortongue

[verse 1]
take all your t–th out your mouth and replace with veneers
place all your t–th in a jar full of sulfuric acid
til your t–th disappear
you’ve been chomping on the poisonous ointment
since back in the days when the breast milk was near
and now you’re sitting in a maze full of snakes
and a maze full of ladders, tryna claim back the years
but the rungs of the ladders are enamored
with a paste dripping lathered in your greatest of fears
and every exit door is smothered in the grubby little facets
of them uchiage explains why you’re here
so now you’re gumming out a sentence to a bag of slime
tryna clear a ladder that will take you from here
by tryna trade a little solace with this weird apparition
that just tangles on the obstacles
and shift, shift shape in the air
substance for substance, year after year
eye for an eye, ear for an ear
fumbling for rungs until a savior appears
hacking off your hair and sticking flames in your beard

syncopating
white pegs on a pinkish pavement
sink the upper with the lower til they sync amazing
death speckles from your gullet to your kitchen basin
pop your t–th inside the jar
watch em fizz for ages
[chorus 1]
t–th (t–th, t–th, t–th)
white pegs on a pinkish pavement
life bled on this sick occasion
lifestyles of the rich and famous
you’ll be home on the next rotation

t–th (t–th, t–th, t–th)
white pegs on a pinkish pavement
life bled on this sick occasion
lifestyles of the rich and famous
you’ll be home on the next rotation

[verse 2]
they fizzle like they’re f-ckin pastry
unravel all your bandages, reveal the wounds
time to honor your agreement
give me every object in ya mouth
pliers and a treacle spoon
you signed a waiver in the waiting room
waiting for a date with doom
wait for it, it waits for you
you signed your name on the paperwork
fates dealt it’s cards, firecrackers in ya paper suit
pay ya dues, let the fires breath
inhale the fumes, let the virus seep
wait in line until they call ya name
take ya time, now ya mine again
help me tie my scrubs as we take the strain
i mix the tonic in the c-ckpit of the bullet train
two parts water
one part caustic soda
apply liberally, it’ll take the pain away
play the game, strap em in
press record, let it begin
eyes pix on robotic claws
stab and swing at the right bits of your haggard jaw
tunneling
can you see the apparition as before
is the operating table like an exit door?
or is the sludge a little thinner when your on the floor
clambering for air as cotton ether clots delete ya thoughts?
[chorus 2]
t–th (t–th, t–th, t–th)
white pegs on a pinkish pavement
life bled on this sick occasion
lifestyles of the rich and famous
you’ll be home on the next rotation

t–th (t–th, t–th, t–th)
white pegs on a pinkish pavement
life bled on this sick occasion
lifestyles of the rich and famous
give me them t–th

- edward scissortongue

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