Wires cut loose, we're so wise, no one can harm us. man,
we're so tough. nobody even tries.
As we cruise the streets in search of quite, he pulls over,
gets out of the car, stumbles, silently mumbles, dismissed
with a cold "drunk" reference.
"Freaks" says the man in return.
Indeed. Then that's who we are! Pure circus of metal cages
and chains.
Be my witness, as few of the lacking words miss out on their
course
Fresh cut open wide, dear. I serve you not herbs, but my own
flesh.
If I cannot have you (do you not hear?), by grace, If not I,
nobody will.
As I lay all my thoughts on the grate of your senseless
words, once stolen from me, claimed to be yours. Fool. I
wish to be angry with you, I must hurt.

Might I be freed of my sorrow?
Must I hold on to you as old typhus?
See not the sudden fall. Large-to-immense. Certainly I will
fall, through the grace of your charm.
See, now I know I am none.

Unfold my eyes, unleash the toad caught inside.
Abuse the very best of the existing plate, beneath your long
neck. In the year you were born no plane was invented, not a
man walked the moon.
Pale autumn, free of longing, independent and proud as a
capitalist should be.  
Go on, cover it up (as your own kind).
We're so nice, righteous and tall. Blink slowly as you
search for stains on your white wedding gown, free of will.