Tell em you need it

cause it's soothing to know

there's no end

can you separate it

I know you want it

to feel control



no traffic in these eyes

when veins in tantric change

it's slow pumping through my legs

we'll try to carry on

with veins in tantric change

and yes we'll try

to stomp the days away



what if right now

these heads

rolled dead across the table

who'd sew theirs back?

i'm slowly thinking

of switching your head

with my body

and we can start these days the same





comfort me on the floor with these bones

they're two mouths to feed

i am just a ghost



you think i'm rested

i am more shot than you know

i hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls

it feels like there's something in the walls



no traffic in my eyes

it takes the pain away