The Hounds lyrics

found a dead girl in the valley of my nostalgia
her hair was short and where was her mother?
theres a dying girl in my lungs
she’s crying and clogging every orofice
my body is an aquarium and she is a tenant in a cage

you’ll never know love till you’re in the mouth of the hounds
till they chew your bone like muscle
and till they vomit you back out into a puddle
You and God know me so very little

Kicked the corpse of the man I hid to the curb
Not once was I subtle
By hackney station
He’s London’s errand now

There’s a dead girl in my throat
No amount of water shall wash her down
My body named her Adam
And no amount could I swallow him

All the men I met here think I’m stupid
And its making my body dependent
Im not used to not being believed in
Now I know what god must feel when I spit at him
Brixton, darling they threw me right in
Blood on my chin
I couldn’t bare the grin
But I swallowed the loose teeth and now they rattle with rage from within

The hounds only flee when they hear a siren sound
They kick their hind legs to cover me in dirt
To make sure I can’t be found

I lay in Camden
Without a problem
Covered in saliva
With the roughness I wish I could be kinder
But all I am is a dopamine chaser

I brushed the shame out my teeth
From when I had it kicked in my back in Bromley
God isn’t real, and I know because he has never saved me

Do you feel the pressure in your chest?
Its the desire to be remembered
Do you recon we could obtain world peace if the gods of Olympus surrenered?
I don’t think so either
There is blood in the water
And its from Mother Nature
We have wounded her far too many times
We have made a warzone of her body
Now, there is no use for empathy
Everyone is having a different day at the same time
And i dont like it
I walk with fear sitting on my chest
This is the fear of a woman
Do you think if I run I’ll make it out of lewisham?
Do you think if I stumble across the right station my mother would let me back home?
What if I drowned in the river by Kensington
God would turn my body into a waterbed, id recon
Kissed to death by the hounds of London