Domestic Disturbance

You shook your head
And I shook the heat from your veins
You took the bread
And I took out the yeast and the grain
Made the filth fanciful and floundered in my failure
Ground the silt in your eyes and speculated over the confusion
I’ve gotta get away from this stale air
I’ve gotta have my say and declare what is fair
Our tongues got tangled in argument
And your tongue went limp as I strangled you in that apartment
No more shaking anymore
Your soul can shake in your casket your shallow grave your brand new decor