Baroness Collapse Lyrics

We are all soured milk

When we look in the mirror, we collapse

When our time has come

When our finger’s on the trigger, we collapse

Arms are flailing

Swirling like the poison in the sink

Like the southern belle

Playing songs of horror

Like teeth amongst the grass

Like the bullet shell

Whistle and then I’ll hum

Watch the good folks run

We are all rotten fruit

When the pipeline starts to flowing, we collapse

When our time has come

When the city needs a lynching, we collapse

Arms are flailing

The devils’ in the eye of every man

Water and the well

A Baptist and a baby

Were rolling in the weeds

Keep her spirit well

The tarpit baby’s father

Will lay her out to dry