I know the way he makes you hide 
Even when the dose is fight or flight 
And the obits wait for a perfect name 
Clean out all the webs he left behind 
And if you want, I could bury him out 
By the salt on sea, in an empty grave
The past has a way of coming clean

If I didn’t know any better
I could have sworn you said,
“There will come a day for his reckoning” 

It's the want of the weight when it crushed 
All the centrifugal ways our lives fall in and out of place 

One day you’re going to see 
That everybody who claimed that you were loved have left
Because one by one they would disappear 
Claiming all your wolves were symptoms of deceit

“Don’t let your tongue slit your throat!”
That’s what they always said 
This is one last chance that you’ve got to take 

It's the want of the weight when it crushed 
All the centrifugal ways our lives fall in and out of place 

Underneath all your doubt laid a serpents egg 
Hissing his way out 
You were told,
Severed tongues can’t fall onto their swords
Because you’re the only voice that calls 

It’s the want of the weight when it crushed 
All the centrifugal ways our lives fall in and out of place 

It’s the want of the weight and the rush of the centrifugal fate we all want to escape