Fire the starter pistol, stop the presses, stop my heart.
We all flock towards the whistle, throw the meat out in the yard.
Catch your breath from the shock, let the adrenaline carry you.
Savor sinew and gristle, say it's nature, say it's your
right to ignore
No fault to feel guilty for
Nothing that you could have forseen, your
right to ignore.
Another false flag.
Another false flag.
Another false flag falls.
Watch the sea of static roll and foam, sucking dirt, toward you.
It saturates, seeps down through skin and into your bones.
Try to dig, Try to swim, muffled scream, tired limbs.
Hard to think, fight or flight, panicked shock, just do something.
I have to breathe. I have to reach. I have to tear through.
Create a breach. And force between. Widen the wound.
I have it now. Something clear. Something like truth.
I'm hungry now. I pull the thread. I let it all spill out.
Blind and looking for something new to see. Palms out, hold your eyes out to the sky.
There’s a better way to bring the light back into your life
With just one bottle, a rag soaked with some kerosene,
ignite and toss.
Open me up - Exposed like a raw nerve.
We're sure to catch something.
Cut it out.
Exposed like a raw nerve.
We're sure to catch something.
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