The Gnashing
by Baroness
From the album: Blue Record
Duration: 04:17
Lyrics for The Gnashing
All of your fears are well founded and true All my hands are callous and cruel All of my arrows that riddle you through Are bullets that fire me back into you All of the rivers are boiling with thirst All my hands covered with earth All of my children that gnash with their teeth Paperback novels and dogs scratching fleas