From the recording Covenhoven
Lyrics
These teeth were made to cut, I
Have not forgotten but I
Don't use them like I should, I
have let them go dull
The sharp blade I'm holding on to
It was made to cut and tear through
All that would stand and try to
Tame my animal
I'm perched up high, scanning the plains
Through these bloodshot eyes, cold as the falling rain
There's an old black car coming up in the driveway slowly
And he's holding up a sign for me
Singing 'who you are is only what you remember of me'
Can't put my finger on it, I turned my head but never saw anything
There are white lines on westbound pavement
And bright signs shouting destinations
It's no surprise then if I should decide just to see what's there
And there's an old ghost walking out there somewhere
Along the coast of the middle of nowhere
And I've been closer than most might think to becoming his heir
I'm perched up high, scanning the plains
Through these bloodshot eyes, cold as the falling rain
There's an old black car coming up in the driveway slowly
And he's holding up a sign for me
Singing 'who you are is only what you remember of me'
Can't put my finger on it, I turned my head but never saw anything