One thousand cuts and compromises bone and bread anonymises on the long road I tripped. More than once, clingfilm ripped covering tarmac, no-one sees searching again for my keys Mundane the daily routine flows Meanders between columns and rows Communicate, you implore to me We argue once, two times and three Resist, relax, flesh for and five Sex, seventh, heaven and jive Ate it all, cloud nine when Counting fingers, accounting ten Return we must to the journey Beware employing the attorney Numbers lie and statistics dance The dissatisfied seek to enhance Too late, we turn the inward eye Find blindness, on the path to die Presenting our back to entropy Faking self-inflated pedigree The ground it does not break our fall. Giant parking lots, we are but small So my love, twist the sky Again with you I laugh and cry.
