Sung Sung

Get it out of your system before it gets out of your hands
Just focus on the mission: we're trying to avoid land

Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story
Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine

You're my gentle bump, my supple stump
Now, thump the trunk of what ya thunk
Let "Thunk" be humped by brittle junk
Believe the bump will make us sunk

Carving bamboo to scar tissue: Facial Tattoo, becoming new

Sung, we sung softly
Sung, we sung to free all our minds of mutiny

Much mad we made of scrutiny
Of human streams, what semen sees
And blackened bleeding of the knees

Salt-Tongue, so holy, rewrite this story
Salt-Tongue, so holy, breathe from your spine



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvia Haynes
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