I'm not breathing any better

My lips crack with every grin

I hear a scraping plead of branches
Against my broken window

Why do I let you in?

Her silhouette holds me under

Can't poke me with these pins

Flotsam drip of nectar
The nexus began 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 staple rain
this bed will never rest you
The answer is in the summons

Why do I let you in?
The skulking fits the crowning

A wasted dusk of kin
Repulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves my 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 prey and first born caught

Crawling like an animal

Hold your breath it's feeding time

In this zed and two naughts

Painted a fulcrum of caves

Piled with dreams of
Phantom masses made of pastures
In labyrinths turning cystic maze
I've been hanging wreaths of cancer
On every door where children sing

Watch it all blister x2

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