Stuttter Divine

Fe, fe, fe, fever in staccato flicks, like needle pricks
And everything glides in accidents, and my mouth descends
And this thing floods in waves of careless taint
Stutter, stutter, flail, and I pull the car over
Wrap my face with cloth hands
A veil over my anger in fear of a core that aches
And I stutter my faith, no, doubt was always my thing
Stitching nasty thoughts into my weave of sicker clay
She cranes herself into me, arms grazed skin
And I think I whisper something, leaning
But I, I just listen to how the water turns instead
And let myself over into this nothing, this hurt lies
Beneath the surface of my silent everything
And I stutter my faith, no, doubt was always my thing
Stitching nasty thoughts into my weave of sicker clay
Divine
And I stutter my faith, no, doubt was always my thing
She thieves from me, as I stutter at her side
I stutter, I stutter, I stutter, I stutter, I stutter divine