Spit/Swallow Lyrics by Ratbath
The spell, the spell
How was it made?
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The spell, the spell
How was it made?
Renny told me not to trust the yellow skies
Your sharpie smile or your crossed out eyes
I’d give anything to go back
To that night and walk on home
You stepped on it
You slept on it
You can keep me in your box of bones
Like a wounded bird you found while walking home
Remind me of a dream
I could see my hands and feet
Is it me or are your hands round my throat
Someone’s come to sew me shut
I built your ribs
And broke your limbs
You don’t have to tell me how hungry you’ve been
I can see it dripping from your teeth