widespread panic
mercy
Wall's bricked with books Pages bricked with words Each mark has been stained in your honor Ground shadow staggers restless From the window cross the candle to the corner My blood and water's warm as you near me  I'm not begging for mercy I see no love of mercy in you I'm not begging for mercy I'm only waiting for the sound Of the morning birds To send you away  Wax is cooled, hard Sights is going past the yard In this house I make more shadows than you Stand there in your hate While I drink from the second burgundy And you can rattle the glass cross your belly  I'm not begging for mercy I see no love of mercy in you I'm not begging for mercy I'm only waiting for the sound Of the morning birds To send you away  I'm not begging for mercy I'm not begging for mercy I'm only waiting for the sound Of the morning birds to swallow you