Stay low Stay still Stay low, stay still, all you small ones Move slow, keep back from the open The ones who were smiling just stopped No rest comes near The Nameless King When he passes through Nothing stays the same Soft now Slip between the spaces Careful Don’t let him catch your faces A wanting that pulls more than it should You start to feel like his If he thinks you’re good Hold still, hold small, press together He only wants what was never his The warmth you keep behind your chest The more you hold The less you... you... When he passes through Give Soft now Slip between the spaces Careful Don’t let him catch your faces A wanting that pulls more than it should You start to feel like his If he thinks you’re good There’s a place past the edge of the fields Where the ground doesn’t keep what it feels He came from the leftover cold From the bits of a story not told Soft now Slip between the spaces Careful Don’t let him catch your faces A wanting that pulls more than it should You start to feel like his If he thinks you’re good Hush now Hush now Don’t let him see you whole ...or what’s left ...after he takes ...what he wants ...what he... ...takes ...and keeps taking ...even when you’re already gone
