civilized 

all our lives

not a breath

the grass unmoved

to sleep inside the stillness


without blood

without air

all the stares

averting eyes

this was what's worse than dying


my mind was set

just like the sun's red

but now the sun is setting

there have been some

that cut me good

the blood was there for letting


the weekend nights

can change your life

unfold your arms

one last surprise

something before we die


our eyes closed

once more will not roll

this killing is good killing

despite the red and years and years of sinning

elizabeth is winning


bikes on dirt roads

in st. andrews 

under pines i'd let you win

canada is purity

that has nothing to do with our skin


unrefined

the pitch of pines

grass stained shirts

and fucked up hair

to breathe outside the stillness


with your blood 

and the air

withstand the stares

straighten eyes

we do not fear this dying


our eyes are closed

once more will not roll

this killing is good killing

despite the red and years and years of sinning

elizabeth is winning

forget these lights

we don't need so much explaining

elizabeth is winning