Division Day - Catch Your d**h lyrics

They say, "son, you'll catch your d**h." And does it come to us in a dream of a flaming ovary? See i turn and i burn Though my quilts, they catch the fire And then it comes to us in a dream of a flaming ovary Shots sound in a quiet room In rags, in rags Shots sound as the blood, it blooms In rags, in rags The curtain coming down again The wedding life is so old, dear Shots sound in a quiet room In rags, in rags The current climbing down the bed The wedding life is so old The air, it thins The room, it could just blow The kids need a place, but that is when they go And so it comes to us in a dream of a flaming over, dancing over, burning over Shots sound in a quiet room In rags, in rags Shots sound as the blood, it blooms In rags, in rags The curtain's coming down again The wedding life is so old, dear "i did it again", they say The moon may have been ripped out of the earth itself eons ago.