The Tooth Collector lyrics

I’m unfolding scraps of paper

I’m dotting “I’s? and crossing “t’s?

Like a ghost your were the gardener

That snuck in and planted seed

Decay

Your word’s acidic taste

I’m unfolding little scraps of paper

But I’ll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet



No more voices on the radio

No more waiting by the telephone



Arrows aim to crack rib cages

But your venom’s weak in my blood

Your poison scabs, coagulated

Your hardest try is never enough

Decay

Your word’s acidic taste

I’m unfolding little scraps of paper

But I’ll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet



This tooth is rotten, yank it out

Your words are cancer in my mouth

This captain’s ship is going down