Lids have been torn loose
Twisting dust shapes the day
I'm open to abuse
Precious curls of DNA
A-pill shots - healthy guts
Mother's lies, Father's eyes
Hit and cry. Answers why.
Questions rise - mesmerise
Leaking gas smells like death
Figures pile for a while
Then they burn, in return-
Make a mass - fool the Press.
Fury beast found tracks
Smelling red, faking blood
Let us turn our backs
On our sense baked in mud
Soar high, say good-bye
UFO voice - your right choice
Sea is swell. Wish me well
Then distract - perfect tact
I insist. Your Pals pissed.
I decline - draw the line
What is left - Cigarette
What won't pass - only Us.
Scheme
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2012
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