Hex On The Walking Wound
by Morgan
Lyrics
Verse 1
Thirty years I carved your halo
Hung your picture by my bed
Three months sharing one bad kitchen
Now I want you kinda dead (just a little)
You said I was your only sunrise
While you burned me for the glow
Every “baby” had a barbed hook
Guess I loved a horror show
Chorus
So here’s my hex on the walking wound
May your mirror crack in two
Every lie you ever polished
Come back home and live with you
May your charm taste just like ashes
Every gaze see right through you
By the dirt, by the spit, by the thistle and flint
Every curse I sing sticks to the cruel
Verse 2
You rearranged my every memory
Gaslit like a carnival
Turned my friends into a jury
Then you played the judge for all
You collect fresh hearts like trinkets
Wear us like a thrift-store coat
But underneath that plastic halo
There’s a raccoon in your throat (yeah, choking)
Chorus
So here’s my hex on the walking wound
May your mirror crack in two
Every lie you ever polished
Come back home and live with you
May your charm taste just like ashes
Every gaze see right through you
By the dirt, by the spit, by the thistle and flint
Every curse I sing sticks to the cruel
Bridge
[Voices split in tight three-part harmony, stomps and claps]
May your coffee always bitter
May your bedsheets never warm
May your spotlight flicker, fail you
Right before your big perform—
May each new believer meet
The monster under that skin
And walk out mid-conversation
While you’re praising your own grin (keep talking)
Chorus
Here’s our hex on the walking wound
Every mask you own turns thin
May the crowd you keep enchanted
See the strings and see the spin
May your name taste like a warning
Every room you work go mute
By the dirt, by the spit, by the thistle and flint
Let the spell hang tight on the cruel
Outro
[Music drops to cello drone and soft picking]
For the ones we loved for decades
Who were vultures in our bed
We untangle all their cobwebs
Hand ‘em back the ghost they fed
By the bruise, by the bone, by the free and the sick
Every word you twisted snaps and splits
By the ditch, by the crows, by the rust on your teeth
May your kind grow small
May the rest of us breathe (amen)