Broken Vocal Cords

PJ Macklin – ld vox/gtr
Philip Bertulfo – ld gtr/vox
Matt Collander – bass
Ben Sachs – drums

My poor trachea has fingernails embedded in its walls
I kept my throat closed to keep out the poison
No one checked the label, they thought it was medicine
And no one asks when its God that's speaking

Each day I wake with blood and sugar on my breath
Foot on the brakes as I am speeding towards my death
I've been licking all the honey off the surface of my past
And underneath are jagged shards of glass

My tongue is crippled by the bars that cross my mouth
No one wants to watch it glisten
Food goes in but sound gets muffled on its way out
And no one asks when it's God that stares them down

Each day I wake with blood and sugar on my breath
Foot on the brakes as I am speeding towards my death
I've been licking all the honey off the surface of my past
And underneath are jagged shards of glass