Squalloscope - Holy, Holy, Holy Lyrics

Four thirty am holds a precious gaping hole holy holy
Two fingers below the sternum holy holy
Living off exposure it is all thirst
Hunger and pointless desire
A soft wind blowing around its perimeter holy holy holy

I dress it in tight shirts keep it contained holy holy
Put a wreath of flowers around its rim holy holy
A close contender for emptiness
A soft howl as it consents to try to sleep until morning
I am a vacancy malcontent holy holy holy holy

It whistles when i roll over
Holy holy roll over holy holy
If somebody reaches out reaches through
They reach in holy holy
Touch these brittle walls
Membranes for osmosis holy holy holy holy

Here is all the gum i swallowed in this life
Things grown from apple seeds wouldn't survive
Care to see more of this ragged display
Wasn't planning on keeping it to myself anyway
Empty cocoons of moths stuck to the gut
Circular scarring of the sainthood of trust
All womanhood submerged in a pool of blood
Bring a boat and a rope and whatever we are
We are certainly something holy holy holy

Carve a rift into this table
Midway holy holy
If you dare look at me from across your eyes will fall into it
They will never meet mine
I will never dig a hole two fingers below this sternum
To bury myself to be insatiable
I can sit here forever pretending to be whole and it's holy holy holy