Exhumed - Zola Jesus

Bury the tongue between the teeth

Open the jaw and sink in deep

Force it open and claw the grip

Down throat, you let it slip, slip, slip, slip, slip

In the static you are reborn

In the white nights, what you ask for

Fire the cue, and I’ll come for

Give you the marks of a lost war

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Cut knife, deep in, spit down, swallow

Sword up, nock in, and turn the bow

Sever in two and fuse to gold

Down throat, you let it go

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down

Let it sink

Don’t let it hold you down