Antic Clay - Broken Throat Blues (2007)

Текст песни Antic Clay - Broken Throat Blues

Before you name me to yourself
Ascribe to me the plight
Prefigured in my blood

In my extinguished style, I shall
Decipher first the themes
Of my coagulated dreams
And show me one holy thing
Just one holy thing
And maybe my broken throat
Might open and sing
I'm thethered to your hand
By fine precarious thread
In this fine, nefarious plan
The method means the end
Before you name me to yourself
Before I'm nailed by the king
Show me one lone ceremony
That ain't as vacant as a ring
Show me one holy thing
Just one holy thing
Then maybe my broken throat
Well it might
Just might open and sing
But a saint is just a name
And I ain't seen nothing yet
And I worship and I blame
And I love you like a threat