What left you blank could leave you restless out of breath young princes slave
the day away your pennies save and often spent what has been lost has been
received and lost in ceremony

She was a dancer for children
She has a chance for an exit
She was a builder of cities
He had the lips of a cobra

They carved your portrait into woods our swords still under the sheets on T.V.
screens and V.C.R.'s

Calling all jungle boys the party's over poaching won't get you nothing but
death on the roof of my mouth to the bodies on the desert floor grab handfuls of
hair pull to belly splits splitting on a system that made you rich

Words from your lips onto your tongue all the novels that you read all the
useless information words we throw them at each other and disconnect the meaning
formulate an opinion without a second thought my thoughts are yours your
thoughts are mine just divided by.
WORDS
I know why I'm talking will you leave the light on