eloise sits, this privelaged corpse,
a mundance pace offers no sturggle
denny holds tight,
chrome death kiss on a platter,
he enters a raid to a hive
(what do you want to be?)
who do you want to be?
or would you rather die here tonight?
this is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel.
draw business with syringes
a stethascopes can hear the faint ticks, of the 9 to 5
have you ever seen a life much sadder?
distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb. |