Mr. Rattlebone

You're like the calmest

Slit to my neck

Bring me in closer

Spruce up my soul

Then you fill it with coal

Then you douse it in lava

Chained to my desk

Beckoning nausea

Desperately chosen

From a crowd of one and I

I

Call me Mr. Rattlebone

Holy Ghost who haunts your home

They don't know you like I know

Call me Mr. Rattlebone

That's right, fuck all the drama

I'll be your muse

Now take what I offer

Straight up the nose, down the throat

It's a bearable bruise on your conscience

But don't it feel good?

Don't you feel calmer?

I am the way and the life

And the best looking truth

Oh

Call me Mr. Rattlebone

Holy Ghost who haunts your home

They don't know you like I know

Call me Mr. Rattlebone

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

I am the hearse

I am the driver

I am the shadow

And I am the hearse