The March of the Elephants lyrics

The cistern burns
With the sisters who learn
That certainty burns with a fist

The cyst of this growth
The cyst of this growth
Is a hope against hope that I loathe
And steel myself to resist

I am an animal, unprepared
A club in a drawer full of silverware
I'm under there and breathilly holding
Her underwear is deserving a scolding

Disgrace is the color of red that you're looking for
I'll be wearing that, working convenience store

f*ck all the garbage in unforgiving piles
The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles
The cities wear a badge that differentiates
But it's the same exact sh*t that the dirt and sea hate

I am an animal, unprepared