  Raw. (Santa's Tabernacle) Give me a few more days And a list of demands So long you work your tongue. Raw. Just reading it to me. Commandments scrawled across Tablets cold as stone. To scrape knees.
Raw. As you fail. Fall. Fail. Fall. I didn't know that wine could sour And this bread has long been stale.
From the outside looking in. I can see the strings. I can hear. You and Dayven. Have worlds in common. Imagine.
They can make themselves feel anything. It's all in your head. Hoping for something else. I've taken a few more days. We've broken up. Like radios through snow.
Ears frostbitten through snow. Raw. Raw. White. So bring your reward. A bag full of toys.
They'll behave for you. They'll be. Have. Give. For you. It's the coal that keeps us warm. 
