Virgin Snow

Drag your pencil across sound expecting order
What passes for news is dictionary and calendar
In the grooves passing judgement to judges
Who eat meals which disgust for the purpose of disgusting themselves
I don't want you to know my name
I don't want you to have my number
Please stop following me, don't go, please follow me
I need you to hate me and you need me to hate and I hate you for it
Eat it to speak it- no fork or spoon
Face down in the bowl, lapping hungrily
Looking out with hatred you're bound to find what it is you're looking for
You're told something is going on, but you're not sure what it is
You won't be the last to know, to trample in the virgin snow
Someone hands a page to you
You fill it up with blessings to make or break this broken record
And whistle while you work
It's just another dream gone horribly wrong
And everyone's getting in our way
With their hands in our pockets
Eating grapes off the wallpaper with one foot in the undertow
There's spiders nesting in its hair
And it feeds, and it feeds, and it feeds its tapeworm
And all you really need to end it all is a deck of cards
Drag your pencil across sound expecting order
What passes for news is dictionary and calendar
In the grooves passing judgement to judges
Who eat meals which disgust for the purpose of disgusting themselves
I don't want you to know my name
I don't want you to have my number
Please stop following me, don't go, please follow me
I need you to hate me and you need me to hate and I hate you for it
Eat it to speak it- no fork or spoon
Face down in the bowl, lapping hungrily
Looking out with hatred you're bound to find what it is you're looking for
You're told something is going on, but you're not sure what it is
You won't be the last to know, to trample in the virgin snow
Someone hands a page to you
You fill it up with blessings to make or break this broken record
And whistle while you work
It's just another dream gone horribly wrong
And everyone's getting in our way
With their hands in our pockets
Eating grapes off the wallpaper with one foot in the undertow
There's spiders nesting in its hair
And it feeds, and it feeds, and it feeds its tapeworm
And all you really need to end it all is a deck of cards