Dropping Like Flies

They're dropping like flies, flying like knives, Cutting like words from sticky mouths They're sliding like eyes, wiping their hands, Stroking the fear up your spine Go. Go wide, go long. Torch everything They're on the fence, ducks in a row, Cats bagged up ready to watch the show With fuel on the fire it's anyone's call, Everyone's blind eye turned to deaf walls Flames up the curtains, treacle down the windows Smoke out the vermin, sticky their fingers Saying your goodbyes Sweet mouths on fire