Have you not heard yet?

They’re tapping my blood to feed the weeds in their garden

Sophomore ease they read my resistance as a tacit agreement

Nod to the favourite he an illness that will bury deep in under the pelage

Tantrum and cradle, sterile words whispered under breath from a distance

Spread wildfire on the furniture

Prescription calm in its signature

One last look

I shed my skin in the doorway

Face my fear like a runaway

Just one last look

Facing a battery

Drums firearms ready waiting outside my front door

Bustling with armour smooth with routine I will spell the words that they are all here for

Spread wildfire on the furniture

Conscription calm in its signature

One last look

I shed my skin in the doorway

Face my fear like a runaway

Just one last look at this face

And you will see nations falling

A simple red button

Face set unpinned grenade

They opened the sky to meet my

Offering as one

Just one look at this face

You can’t unseen it

And a stray, stray shot

Could restore the balance

But the sane

Fall harder than the empty