Blessed Persistence - Cowards

I changed my mind

And looked no better

Hard of hart blind blind to his higher art

My frustration

My anger in disguise I slip under

I slip under quiet

He spots me anyhow

Chalk up my name

You burn my bridges for me

To a dry and clackin stalk

I swallow stone

They do not recognize inside with them

The locust has no king

Just noise and hard language

They talk me over but I fade slower

On fever

Blessed persistence right under my skin

Blessed persistence

Blessed persistence right under my skin

You burn my bridges for me

To a dry and clackin stalk

Blessed persistence

Nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind

Hey chalk up my name

Right under your skin

To a dry and clackin stalk

Nothing comes

Nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes

Nothing comes to mind

Nothing comes to mind