Lyrics Return Of The Vein - Subtle

Return Of The Vein

Things are in black and white
You are the sole member of tonight’s studio audience
Splayn before you is the made for TV 2D back drop of some classic cooking show
set
The dead man from one dollar, only 30 years younger, is stood contra posto
before you
Front and center on stilts, pressing the drawn fangs of a tore in two fork
tenderly against the quivering lip of a plastic champagne flute
Several beads of clean water quickly slip from the pulled teeth tips
Fingers in your mouth out of fear
And tangle softly to a body in its empty crystal pit
Your shadow’s somehow shot itself up on the wall behind him
Throwing a peace sign up like devil’s horns above his ever so signature
president head silhouette
He catches your eye and calls you up to the stage
While he opens a wee door wide in his overall armor
He then shows you a change slot bore where his appendix would be
And says softly, «see how» he too had been bit by the audience once
He takes to the floor from his stilts
As you make for beside him on stage, you bump exposed flesh by mistake
The heat from his hurt has its way with the hairs on your neck
Till your glasses go black and you lean back on a yell
Just then he wiggles a pec with the quickness, and wishes your mouth flooded
shut
Steel wool, safety glass, and loosed teeth (x4)
Your shadow, now cringed in tight behind you, is puddled up soaking the skin on
your heels
Your busy scraping your tongue down like a wildman with the jagged edge of your
house key
And angry dream George is once more top his stilts, still swallowing your yell
Calling your attention yet again to the slot tore in his side
As he shouts something down about you sucking out venom
You motion to cover your eyes
While your shadow breaks free and lets dive
Through your back, sucking in its blacks
As you gag from the pit of your person and pitch
You wake up dark eared and edgy on a bench in a park
Sizing up the there amounts of edible meat on the closest rock dove
And then nearby elderly woman in the raw
Extracting American water all by bald eye and one public school education
Until you feel like sinking or singing
Like sinking or singing (x3)