Made my bed in droughts of barrel
I haven't shot this thing in years
Do you think I'll fold?

Calloused hands of detriment
From a crossbow flinch of gasping air
Do you think I'll

Solomon, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth

Remember at the hips where we once joined
Severed by the scalpel when we were young
Do you think I'll fold?

Held under the water in a blacklist trough
Buried in the plots of your front steps
Do you think I'll fold?

Incinerate the faith that you were taught
Incinerate your crown of useless flesh
Do you think I'll

Solomon, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth

Solomon, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth

And if this life belonged to me
You can stop the rain from falling
Tie it on in your mind
It's your Noctourniquet
And in your file will it read
That you caved it to the night?
Tie it on in your mind
It's your Noctourniquet

Made my bed in droughts of barrel
I haven't shot this thing in years
Do you think I'll fold?

Your color seems to flower from your hissing tongue
Your livery of siblings cut from saffron cloth
Do you think I'll fold?

I'll reach out through the pavement with the shortest straw
Lavera, don't play in your mother's drawer
Do you think I'll fold?

Come hasten to the first drop of endless flasks
Heretics and peasants with a quench forboding
Do you think I'll

Solomon, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Solomon, your hollow heart
A nomadic void of halcyon youth

Solomon, don't fall apart
The words have made a perfect burden
Solomon, your hollow heart
No matter what it takes, no matter what it takes for you