Sword Cane Songtext
von The Dead Science

Walk the streets like a tired wolf
A sword in my cane and a scarring bite in my mouth

Enervated and soft with regret
Last night′s not fully revealed itself yet
{Jazz fist into the mouth of a friend
Dress shoe hell through the window}

The slowest anesthesia for the slowest surgery
Turn knife to


Enervated and soft with regret
Last night's not fully revealed itself yet
{Jazz fist into the mouth of a friend
Dress shoe hell through the window}

I wish that I couldn′t say "untenably sad" to the best thing I never had

Drunk and swaying on the overpass
With time enough still to sing "You Don't Owe Me"

Enervated and crippling unsure
Jazz fist into the body of a girl
Let the sails and the curtains unfurl
To become my ghost costume

I wish that I couldn't say "untenably sad" to the best thing I never had

Weeping demon; my horns they sing to me
And it feels like
And it feels like