From the recording Swamp Sessions EP

Lyrics

In the morning- I knew
when the nice gives way
to a fakers face
and the smile of being fooled
oh oh ho

and the virus
spread so good
radiating through the making
of my misunderstood
beautiful heart oh oh

[Chorus]
you have nothing
but a hole to fill
inside your worried soul
but the sculpture
you made round yourself
was clay and when it broke
what was there
was weak and pale
did not want to get up
ah familiar destruction
oh oh

you're assuming I knew
by the lack of place
the disconnect even Christ
could not numb through
oh oh

like a goblet without the wine
yea the consummating ritual
oh it tore me like brown briars
my beautiful heart
oh oh

[Chorus]
you have nothing
but a hole to fill
inside your worried soul
but the sculpture
you made round yourself
was clay and when it broke
what was there
was weak and pale
did not want to get up
ah familiar destruction
oh oh-

I am you for now
you get to be me
this will sort things out –
a lover's lack of tragedy
help us both be free
from familiar destruction
mmm mm mm