Never Trust A French Auto Mechanic Lyrics by A Voice Like Rhetoric

Locust without the oxygen
What our lungs breath
Do our lungs need?
Surely this could be our last breath
There's no carbon for your dating
Backwards breath
Oh child you don't know
Circulation, tribulation
Lonesome tongues twist and wrench behind closed teeth and curtain speak
Lucid obstructions, manipulation, lacking leverage
Cold flame is set ablaze
Cold flame is set
Anxiety intermission
Said this our destiny, oh
Breath a beat so you stop the ticking
Compulsive pockets ache for