Squalloscope - Mites Lyrics

The ringing of absence overpowers every song
Stab my ears with toothpicks to unhear
The prima ballerina twirls into my unknown
Wearing ragged camouflage
To ring in new year
I unbelong

In the house i burned frankincense
Didn't sing a single tune
All the sweet traditionals tied up with rope in a moldy back room
I swallow my way through dinner
Fished from the poisoned well
I feed myself from it daily
I know exactly what's rotting in there

You would think either you're alive or you're not
And you can't just pick a side and feed the doubts to the dogs
I've been crying myself a beautiful fog
There are mites in my beehive and they've taken all i got

I've always been a scab picking, finger licking
Pocket slicing, nickel dropping, floor crawling
Ear to the ground kind of girl
I scrutinize the body, it keeps getting caught up in
Love and worship, fishnet, harness, pyramid schemes
I am building it a tomb out of tv ads and doom
You may seal it with a little spit and a smile
I can offer you a spot where my pillow's drenched in snot
Just let me scoot over a little to the side
Wish i was a lock-picking, finger sticking
Socket touching, core fucking, years lost to death
And then found kind of girl
I monetize the wreck, from the toes up to the neck
I am barely moving, yet somehow still a blur

You would think either you're alive or you're not
And you can't just pick a side and feed the doubts to the dogs
I've been crying myself a beautiful fog
There are mites in my beehive and they've taken all i got