Fugazi — Guilford Fall

Down at the station We question our rations Guess you're satisfied With the little received Down at the station We question our rations Guess you're satisfied With the little received Fractured appetite With Bismuth Pink on tap Ascetic limbs gone tight And your lips are clamped Your lips are clamped and grey T-I-N-Y (T-I-N-Y) Crash your appetite Erasing every mark you make Standing in the corner while you're working up your mantra Derail the train, the train, derail the train (The train, the train, the train) Take the time to hesitate While what's glistenin' on your plate Goes dry and cold, not in your mouth T-I-N-Y-A-P-P-E-T-I-T-E Alright, you see your programmatic mind Surrenders appetite, surrenders appetite And you crash on yourself Snakes ingest 40 times their body weight But you, you emaciate You crash your shit all over the place Such a tragic mind You crash your shit into shock Snakes ingesting your body weight all over the place Snakes ingest over forty times their body weight now Open your mouth!