Rest for the Wicked
Under sheets of metal sky
That blood you in
Armed against the cold
With cemetery skin
You crackle and you strain as the cockerel crows
Button up the lines of your overcoat
There's little or no rest for the wicked
I heard the truth so I'm gonna use it
Batten them down
Padlock the latches
There's little or no rest for the wicked
Aching with intent
Breaking from relief
Staking out a yellow shore
To catch a rotten thief
In between the markers where the undercurrent flows
There's overwhelming beauty in an overdose
There's little or no rest for the wicked
I heard the truth so I'm gonna use it
Batten them down
Padlock the latches
There's little or no rest for the wicked
Shimmering with secrets
In the guise of an underling
Ready for your breakfast
With a brother of the king
Rapping solid knuckles on a puckered wooden bench
Picking out a rhythm for the prince's head
There's little or no rest for the wicked
I heard the truth so I'm gonna use it
Batten them down
Padlock the latches
There's little or no rest for the wicked
Autor(es): Matt Carpanini
