A Clown and His Pipe

[Intro]
There's better ways for us to waste our days
Than returning stares that we borrowed for too long
For too long, swallowed up by an empty page

[Verse 1]
What starvation feeds you
Devourer of the words of a thousand authors and poets alike?
Wells have emptied to wet your thirst
So I'll shake down to the last
A drop of fluency just to carve ink into these precious words
To dedicate a thought in desperation

[Chorus]
We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue
And drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth, to tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels, to shed them from my heart?

[Verse 2]
Swallowing swords, sharpened by turning cheeks between blows
I feel this is better left a performers art
It's a narrow throat that keeps a razor's edge from the heart
I'd rather not speak in tongues, but I'll make every breath
I'll make every breath a piper, charming flames
Singing and dancing, oh, out from their smoldering bed

[Chorus]
We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue
And drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth, to tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels, to shed them from my heart?

[Bridge]
(Swallow the pen, devour the sword)
Swallow the pen, now I devour the sword
Inhale the proverbs whole
Spinning on static, gouged before the peak
Oh, in this chaos of frequencies it's so hard to speak
Now it's so hard to speak
This noise is nameless, it's stumbling like a beggar
Desperate for some kind of change

[Chorus]
We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue
And drawn beneath our blunt remarks
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change
What would it take
To pry these ragged teeth, to tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove
To wrench them from my heels, to shed them from my heart?