Brute from Fawn / Brute by Katie Gately

I’m gonna rub the salt into a wound today
Rip it apart, the heart was meant to play
I’m gonna rub the salt into a wound today
Something about the halt of a holy freight

Dream through a wall again
Dream through it all
Scream through the parlor’s den
Scream through the wall

No one’s gonna find my heart this way
No one’s gonna break my heart

Speak up when you’re feeling bad,
Your heart’s in a hovel, heaving up a cloud
Speak up when you’re feeling bad,
Your heart’s in a pickle, prickled by a prowl

I sold my soul to you, my soul to you
I sold my soul to you, my soul to you
I soiled my soul for you, my soul for you
I soiled my soul for you, my soul for you

Holler and holler and holler we’re had
Bit by a substance that drove us quite mad
Farther and farther and farther we fled
Flung from the wings of a wicked white bread

Rip it up, kick it up give us the score
Can’t trust a carrot to lead you to shore
Ripples of pitbulls will bat on your door
Can’t trust a pusher to a portion your pour

River, river solid as soil
Halted, shouted, bolted and broiled
River, river solid but soiled
Splintered, spattered, unspoken and spoiled

Out of sound, a silence swells
Howls a hound of haunting bells
Ribbons roped their bones to wells
Held a cell for the spottiest spells

Sun, sun where does she roam?
Shifting and sifting about like a gnome
River, river she wanted a home
Held her own hand to not feel so alone

• Electronic
• Pasadena