Текст песни army wives - IV

turn my words into perfect poetry,
my fists into simple psalms;
and let me hang and haunt, nailed to a cross,
and i'll burn into your eyes like saltwater.

lets turn our water into whiskey.
lets chew out the insides of our mouths.
lets pinch the faith for the esurient,
and perch our shambles to the ground.

stare at the fractures with me.
drown your fleet and haloed dreams,
and choke it all down.