How we all spill out of the earth?
Naked like sick birds, uncomfortable with words
Visceral and unfurled like blood feathers under the skin
I'm in a state again, but I stay polite
I stay polite
It keeps me alive
It keeps me alive
It's easier, right?
And the state washes over me
And the dust from the cars and the cussing in halls
And the trucks and the shards and the spoiling stars
My memory fades
My memory fades
And every day
It gets so hot, so hot, so hot
What a sterling way to come
I become rage
A shining example of pure anger
Pure and real and sticky and moving and sweet
