Dyslexicon

                                  Nature red in tooth and claw

I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry

I always seem to hear it in your laughter



The second that I fell in love

With the handle of your revolver

I always seem to hear it in your laughter



I begged to you a second chance

With dried white roads to Bethlehem

I always seem to hear it in your laughter



Am I the valency that you deny?



In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

Because its my dyslexicon



When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear

Cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare

I always seem to hear it in your laughter



A braided strand of children's manes

Acquired with impunity

I always seem to hear it in your laughter



The things you say to me

Are deaf in tongue

I always seem to hear it in your laughter



Am I the valency that you deny?



In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

Because its my dyslexicon



You've never tasted heaven

Stood the mother filled with grief

In the wake of Monday morning

Finds the seventh day



If fate is your endearment

Through pistil and through stem

In the wake of Monday morning

Finds the seventh day



And on the seventh day

You will come to find

My prism is not colorblind

In death's mosaic spirit

Finds the seventh day



That's why I repent

That's why I go under

That's why I repent for the night



In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

Because its my dyslexicon