Song Meat

I suppose I can break
The highly unlikely rock and all its vows
All roped off as is the wood
Fine luggage dilemma of love and money
I know now the problem
Lost no one
Wire of the human heart
No none

Of its twelve plugs can be pulled
To tear all veins in one fell swoop

There's no thorn sheets of plaster skin
And so much thinking makes a little of tick tick tick tick
And of lies
What's left of fires eating off of faces
Spreading in the ink of traffic idiots
The bright red skeleton of a cynic
And the fine line differences in skin consistency
Are ever so slightly permanent

These are the things that'll never be solved
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for new song street
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for new song street
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for new song street
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for your bitch ass street

So look out
A frozen lake of salt
Spy on me

Is the slowing down of your brain
Around the circus or the night
The result
Of me
Destroyed
Slow growth
Which results in
The water falling through an eye
Washing hands of faces

And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for new song street
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for new song street
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for new song street
And evermore concrete of this song street
And nowhere concrete for your bitch ass street

So look out