At The Drive-In

Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
These gagging chirps were wriiten in disguise
What's that sound?
Caskets floating
Hey you did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb
And you would ever attempt to kick from inside of this womb
Hey you would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils
And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage...
Pendulum swing through tantrm
This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic
What's that sound?
Caskets floating
In layman's term sewn through matrimony