are you a wolf, warm in your pinstripes? is your pen a bootknife, drawing red and dollar green? (two colours for everything)
look how the teeth gnash look how they smile it's some kind of witchcraft that keeps us laughing all the time
we did our jobs so quick and calm wasted no love
have i been drinking? my feet are kicking like someone's pushing this institution down my throat (and i'm going to choke!) is this a living, this steady gunning? it's got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse (a messy rush!)
we did our jobs so quick and calm wasted no blood
ambition, give me wings ambition, break my legs she swims inside my head was planted in my skin (and i can’t forgive!)
have i been driving? i see the lines bend but i've not been steering and i keep on veering to the right (to those blissful lies!) when did they reach me, while i was sleeping? when did they rein me? interrogate my better sense (with their fucking rent!) and all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie (that they can't deny!)
we did our jobs so quick and calm wasted our lungs
Compositor: Timothy John Baker ECAD: Obra #36742797