Setting sail
from a crushed rooftop
fathoms deep
shallow as a raindrop
attempts to feel
20/20 now
react like gasoline
cornered by a house fire
You can't come clean
beneath the tides of the washout
Cut from the filthy cloth
a sucking wound left in our chest
being burned around the heart
the boil under your flesh
hidden at home
chasing a tucked tail now
acting on the instinct
of self haphazard yet
You can't come clean
beneath the tides of the washout
THE SHAVING DOWN
IN MILLIGRAMS
WITH A GUN IN YOUR HAND
DIRECTIONLESS
MEMORIES
OF COMBAT ON YOUR HEAD
RAIN CAN`T SOAK WHAT IS NOT THERE …