Husks And Shells

Owen, you're home
 the sun set it on to the sky
 With a long catapult
 and the salt that he put to the side
 And the tones he would push and the songs he would push to the side
 When it all went a fuck in the snow that gets pushed to the side
 Well your heart is a bush and it's talking too, with some size
 When you already put all of the soot inside
 They were already smushed with a calm steady push to the side
 All that your heart finds
 on with your own wife
 Sign
 up
 all your relatives
 only a harbor mind
 in turpentine
 I'm the reaper bahn
 Calm the arrival
 Tear it to the night
 Heart is said, you boy
 Come and serve it with an omelette
 and you're on it
 with the carpet
 you solved it
 said you're corporate
 set your orbit
 set your coffin
 said its often
 that your old fits
 are your old tits
 on
 your
 hard drive