I'm not breathing any better
My lips crack with every grin, yeah
I hear a scraping plead of branches
Against my broken window
Why do I let you in?

The silhouette holds me under
Can't poke me with his pins, yeah
Flotsam drip of nectar
The nexus bean sprouting
When she says

Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher

Anecdote claps of thunder
From a gash of stipple rain, ey
This bed will never rest you
The answer's in the summon
Why do I let you in?

The skulking fits the crowning
A wasted dusk of kin, yeah
Repulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves the body
When she says

Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher

First born pray and first born caught
Crawling like an animal
Hold your breath it's feeding time
In this zed and two naughts
In this zed and two naughts

Painted a fulcrum of caves
Pilled with dreams of
Phantom masses
Made of pastures
Labyrinths turning
Cystic maze

I've been hanging
Wreaths of cancer
On every door
Where children sing
Watch it all blister
Watch it all blister

Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go on wondering
With no one left to save
'Cause no one's at the wheel
Saint Christopher

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Writer(s): Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez