These Arms Are Snakes - Child Chicken Play lyrics

I've seen the ghost in you, I've touched the ghost in you Your face has begun to show the hurt you've done by you Your money in ma**es can go with your ashes alone with you Like you always do This pile of bones was last week's crowd You walked with your lower surface Your feet touched the ground For more low sounds, for more low sounds Like you always do Child kitchen play like you finally got into the sweets Now there goes your teeth Skinny chicken beak pecking into a filth street Like it's oil that it wanted to eat Lost in a surface hole burdied down so low You can smell the flowers right from where they grow We got nickels on how long the show will go for It's blood, it's blood Your beast of a heart It's blood, it's blood Siphening more blood You beast, you beast Taking more wet dirt sound than you need It's blood, it's blood Touting your catch as if it tried to get away The blood stained teeth you bare Showing a lot more than you care And I will be in small towns I will be in many towns Though these hills they roll They soon will fall Though these hill they roll They will become nothing