Album: Ressentiment (2010)

Handshake In Your Mouth

The distant mock of warmth: an aftertaste of the bodies? greeting collision. You?ll never feel that again.

I thought I saw a rising tide dissolving the streets, and leaving blank shores. I strained to hear the distant waves encroaching, eroding wood and home.

I can?t recall the sound of footsteps, the scent of skin. It washed away with the taste of ashes. I grind my teeth but it?s gone.

As we walk, we?ll pass through the last of night, sick with dust and smiles. The mock of warmth: you?ll never feel that again.