oh lord the bleeding starts again
i just explained i was a man

and as the stars pray to the moon
you sweep the peace out with a broom

how many limbs do i have for cutting?
did you just ask me how i define "fighting"?

each syllable i thoughtfully initiate
swims past your crocodile jaw a flash too late

you're growing tumors in my brain
like delicate roses in the summer rain

i'm trying to work, amidst your roman cavalry invasion
holding the fort with desperate attempts at pleasant conversation