I've been planting the seeds
Sent to scatter the spiders
From unsteady feet
On account of a boozetooth
Breath stoked in flames
Lights the long way
Lights the wrong way
Raw swells beat against the grey
Drowning out what's to happen
They've brought it here to cut off its head in front of us.
It feels like it's crashing over, and we open doors to let the blood flow through
Don't understand what you've seen
You're all by yourself
Back to where you sleep
Not knowing whose rust-caked throat calls out and asks where you've been?

INVIA LE CORREZIONI