new soak for an empty pocket - head wound city lyrics

new soak! hot bed! empty pockets! there’s a ghost in the medicine cabinet.
there’s a cold bath crawling through my blankets. blue envelopes keep
sealing shut. send me back. organs so p-ssed, yeah they won’t stop
complaining. send them back. pores full of flood. sweat the sick from the
blood. send me back.