In the humble stench of nativity
Hummed the smell of television snow
A faint S.O.S. flickering
Riding on the coattails of your ground zero
Neighborhood footprints ingrown
The daylight savings time will never know
Of this alabaster cold
Of this alabaster
Your lover's quarrel ended up in a crawlspace
Dental identities will tell us apart
Teeth marked and bounded with sighs
"Step into my parlor." said the spider to the fly
Stable hooved footprints ingrown
Cloak and dagger music blared in ohms
Of this alabaster cold
Of this alabaster cold
Of this alabaster cold
Ingrown! Ingrown!
Ingrown! Ingrown!
More caliber per capita
Ingrown! Ingrown!
More caliber per capita
Ingrown!
More caliber per capita
More, more, more, more caliber per capita
More, more caliber per capita
More caliber per capita
Neighborhood footprints ingrown
The daylight savings time will never know
Breakfast table search teams implode
The milk cartons that pour will never know
Of this alabaster cold
Of this alabaster cold
Of this alabaster cold
Of this alabaster cold
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