Only Everything Below La Dispute

Both butterflies and dragonflies have wings like when you sing
I swear you hit two different notes but they don't harmonize as clean as
When you speak, there is a rhythm in the scraping of your tongue along your teeth
That comes across as well as hell inside of heaven in a feast
Of flies and anything with wings that tries to sing but where
You ripped two different holes, see, it won't cauterize as cleanly
As you think, and if you listen to the rhythm in your sleep
You can hear me speaking, "You are a wolf to me."

Don't believe your ears nor trust your mouth I think that
Every single feeble doubt-soaked promise of trust
Had a mind to leave you
Out in the rain with your hands to the train tracks
Pulling the ropes with your teeth
But you're too weak and you're too tired, child
Lay down, I will tear all the ghosts from your dreams, from the dream
Oh, king, you've stepped on the wrong crack

Rejoice!
It is beating still
Still strong
Still thundering onward
It turns its palms up
Lifts its voice up
And it speaks
Says, "I don't know"