Cough Blood on the Moon Soon

Too close to celebration
I am the world
You are the uncomfortable baggage I'm stringing along

Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Foot by foot
Foot by foot
World by world
World by—

How could you take in the dark filling fart stains out of the basement
You're too much work
I'm the soot, you're the water, and I can't face it

But brother, someday
You'll sing like—

I'll feed you slowly in the corner
Take it in, warm water and bread
Before you know it
Before you know
Everything around you is dead

But brother, someday
You'll sing like me
These days are numbered
But so are we

Try not to look down
Try not to look down
Try not to—



Credits
Writer(s): Teague Cullen
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