She loves saying no I'm writing too small Apex predator in the swimming pool Who views the moon as a deflated sack They approach the aliens in war paint They'll never be covered in their own blood They'll never get it Anger's key of joy is disobedience The actors are inorganic material And like most things we've found Omniscience is deficient Wish me will Wish me won't Follow her to bed Because Bethlehem has always been for losers And for losers Where to even start having a moment? One stroke of your mourner's cloak Biblical duds writhing in a clearly fake cave My enemies built my face back from memory That's why I'm so very hard to look at An empty space vows to win back its old form So to stop touching everything If someone riding you Has hit you too hard With heel when you shied being of no use To our surroundings, the pyramids failed I recall these images with pleasure The boy watching the urn turn to chamberpot The marrow of use-value Wish me will Wish me won't Follow her to bed Because Bethlehem has always been for losers And for losers Where to even start having a moment?
