Casper Skulls – Lingua Franca Lyrics

The banquet of mopes
Sing praises of how you are
Double the dues that I owe
And I’ll buy the next round
I feel your cut touch my nerves
But you’re falling apart from what I’ve heard
Bereft of any desire
I’d rather a hunter, sleep or starve

Your charity is so ungrateful
The pain won’t break the day
Sharpen all your instincts
That make me feel that way

Under the cold tap of facts
Equal them up to the day I’ve had
You say I gotta relax
It’s that simple, I’m that simple
The throes of my wits
A love that’s drunk, that’s half-lit
An insult worse than scars
I’d rather a hunter, sleep or starve