The Teeth Collector

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper

I'm dotting I's and I'm crossing T's

Like a ghost, you were the gardener

Snuck in and planted seed

Decay, decay, decay

Your word's acidic taste

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper

But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet

No more voices on the radio

No more waiting by the telephone

No more voices on the radio

Arrows aim to crack rib cages

But your venom's weak in my blood

Your poison scabs, coagulated

Your hardest try is never enough

Decay, decay, decay

Your word's acidic taste

I'm unfolding little scraps of paper

But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet

No more voices on the radio

No more waiting by the telephone

This tooth is rotten, yank it out

Your words are cancer in my mouth (No more voices on the radio)

This captain's ship is going down

Going down

This tooth is rotten, yank it out

Your words are cancer in my mouth

This captain's ship is going down

Going down

Decay, decay, decay

Your word's acidic taste

Your word's are splitting, splitting taste

This tooth is rotten, yank it out

Your words are cancer in my mouth

This captain's ship is going down

Going down

This tooth is rotten, yank it out

Your words are cancer in my mouth

This captain's ship is going down

Going down

Going down

This captain's ship is going down

This captain's ship is going down

No more voices on the radio

No more waiting by the telephone

No more voices on the radio