Matt Allison - The March of the Elephants lyrics

The cistern burns With the sisters who learn That certainty burns with a fist The cyst of this growth The cyst of this growth Is a hope against hope that I loathe And steel myself to resist I am an animal, unprepared A club in a drawer full of silverware I'm under there and breathilly holding Her underwear is deserving a scolding Disgrace is the color of red that you're looking for I'll be wearing that, working convenience store f** all the garbage in unforgiving piles The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles The cities wear a badge that differentiates But it's the same exact sh** that the dirt and sea hate I am an animal, unprepared