I’ve been lied to again
from the head of the fields
through the lanes to my knees
and I will wait until they pull down the sun
I’m stretching blood, I’m breathing again
they got up and left
they’re finished with me
I’m numbered again
I don’t even care
I’ll wear it on a leather side
I’m smiling again because it never grows thin
lifting my skin, they’re cutting if whole
just look fiavonti my son
I think it’s time to tell
lying with the wet moon swing is old
they said someone has been killed
but it’s just one of them…. so who even cares.