Made my bed in a drought of barrel I haven't shot this thing in years Do you think I'll fold? Callous hands of detriment From a crossbow flinch of gasping air Do you think I'll fold? Solomon, don't fall apart, their words have made the perfect burden Solomon your hollow heart, a nomadic void of halcyon youth Prenatal at the hips where we once joined Separated by the scalpel when we were young DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD Held under the water in a breathless troth Buried in the plots of your frontsteps DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD Incinerate the faith that you were taught Incinerate your crone of useless flesh DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD Solomon, don't fall apart, their words have made the perfect burden Solomon your hollow heart, a nomadic void of halcyon youth And in this life you long to flee You can stop the rain from falling Tie it on, in your mind, it's your Noctourniquet And in your file will it read That you caved into the night? Tie it on, in your mind, it's your Noctourniquet Made my bed in droughts of barrel I haven't shot this thing in years Do you think I'll fold? Bucolic hymns that frolic on your hissing tongue The rivalry of siblings cut from saffron cloth DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD I'll reach right through the pavement with the shortest straw Never a dull blade in your mothers drawer DO YOU THINK I'LL FOLD Place it in the thirst of her endless flask The iridiscent poison will quench foreboding DO YOU THINK THAT Solomon, won't fall apart, their words have made the perfect burden Solomon your hollow heart, a nomadic void of halcyon youth No matter what it takes for you