I'm unfolding little scraps of paper   I'm dotting 'I's' and crossing 'T's'   Like a ghost, you were the gardener   That snuck in and planted seed      Decay, your words acidic taste   I'm unfolding little scraps of paper   But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet      No more voices on the radio   No more waiting by the telephone      Arrows aim to crack rib cages   But your venom's weak in my blood   Your poison scabs, coagulated   Your hardest try is never enough      Decay, your words acidic taste   I'm unfolding little scraps of paper   But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet      The tooth is rotten, yank it out   Your words are cancer in my mouth   This captain's ship is going down