Eat Around The Mold

One hundred eighty degrees

(It's spinning away)

I can adjust to the light

If I let go will it freeze?

I'm turning away

Only to hide from the bite

(Hold one down, let one up)

(One thread, a circle)

I can make the memory new

(Never the same as before)

And I can bend and break you in two

(I'll watch you sink into the floor)

Tell me when to tie the ends

Three hundred fifty degrees

Scratched a hole in the window

I know where this is going

Give us a reason to bleed

Hungry and punched full of holes

To plant the seed, its growing