Close the doors
If you want to see her breathing again
Blur
When Sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips
The swarms that I speak
are the wrists I have cut
by
When the earth lets you go
When the verdict is vermin
By
How much do you make
in that death factory
Severance owed
in the
Do you still remember how you wore that dress
it slit
I just don't know the layman's terms
to call the mess
I'm bolted from within
from long conniving heights
The hail it makes
