[Intro]
[Verse]
Cumbersome heart, far too enlarged for the cavity it s resting in now gravity is testing it.
Strung like a harp, but always in minor keys weaving shut its openings with melodies on rusted strings
Falling into the belly of the feast
Crawling through the jigsaw to extract a piece
[Verse]
Cumbersome heart, rigged like a motor to chug along with energy from what the earth was borrowing
Never quite sharp, bending its way to eternities of whetting stones which wear it down past blood and bone
Diving into the belly of the feast
Driving in circles of South, West, North, East
[Chorus]
Bursting with blood but the arteries carry no air
Thereâs a jam in the veins as they strain to replace what is there
Growing stagnant and stale
[Verse]
Cumbersome heart, painted with brushstrokes like fingerprints and drippings down the can
Undefined art, tripping at the borders constructed to assign to it, a label for defining it
Melting into the belly of the feast
Pelting effigies with hardening concrete
[Chorus]
Bursting with blood but the arteries carry no air
Thereâs a jam in the veins as they strain to replace what is there
Growing stagnant and stale
[Verse Section]
Falling into the belly of the feast
Crawling through the jigsaw to extract a piece
