Mr. Rattlebone - Matt Maeson

You’re like the calmest slit to my neck

Bring me in closer

Spruce up my soul and you fill it with coal then you douse it in lava

Chained to my desk

Beckoning nausea

Desperately chosen from a crowd of one, and I, I

Call me «Mr.

Rattlebone»

Holy Ghost who haunts your home

They don’t know you like I know

Call me «Mr.

Rattlebone»

That’s right, «fuck all the drama»

I’ll be your muse

Now, take what I offer

Straight up the nose, down the throat

It’s a bearable bruise on your conscience

But don’t it feel good?

Don’t you feel calmer?

I am the way and the life in the best looking truth

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Call me «Mr.

Rattlebone»

Holy Ghost who haunts your home

They don’t know you like I know

Call me «Mr.

Rattlebone»

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse

I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse