I'm not breathing any better My lips crack with every grin I hear the scraping plea of branches against my broken window Why do I let you in? The silhouette holds me under Can't poke me with these pins Flotsam drip of nectar, a nexus bean sprouting When she says Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher Antidote claps with thunder From a gash of stable rain This bed will never rest you, the answers in the summons Why do I let you in? The skulking fits the crown and A wasted dust of kin Repulsion turns to nectar when pigment leaves the body When she says Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher First born pray and first born con Crawling like an animal Hold your breath, it's feeding time In this zed and two naughts In this zed and two naughts Painted a fulcrum of caves piled with dreams of Bantam masters made of pastures Labryinths turning, cystic maze I've been hanging wreathes of cancer On every door where children sing Watch it all blister Watch it all blister Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher, don't go wandering With no one left to save, cause no one's at the wheel Saint Christopher