The weight inside a picture frame Not nearly salvaged as the blade That cuts the maps and figure eights To occupy that little space Your better half is on parade Internal organ pop-up display A star is just as deadly as the day We've been relying on inkblot tests Tethering white sillouettes Oh avalanche, you're wasting your time Come hell or highwater I won't die If there's a blood stain in the road I can't help the innuendo You think that you're a storm cloud in heat Vertibrae a thousand daggers deep The wet air cracks your mouth to speak From battle line's long suffering In worn custody burning the seeds We've been relying on inkblot tests Tethering white sillouettes