where are wE?
what the hell is going oN?
the dust has onlY
just begun to forM
crop circles in the carpeT
Sinking feelinG
spin me round agaiN
and rub my eyeS
this can’t be happeninG
when busy streets a mess with peoplE
would stop to hold their heads heavY
HIDE AND SEEK
trains and sewing machineS
all those years
blood and tears
they were here first
ransom notes keep fallinG out your mouth
mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outS
paper word cut outS
Speak no feeling no I don’t believe you
no I don’t believe yoU
you don’t care a biT
You
don’t care a biT


