Storm The Gates

play viola
cheek mole charming
castin out to sea
disarming

turnin up like
judas harlem
barrium fictitia
pardon

they crawl around behind like
all the rats around the tunnel line
and live a little as to hide away

the world has changed and so has mine
it never was so strange

below the street
so paralyzed
forever and a day

then storm the gates
to justify
the feathers on the weight

pullin string from far behind them
tightly held with fingers swollen
carcinoma secret garden
in a tomb, fictitia pardon

they crawl around behind like
all the rats around the tunnel line
and live a little as to hide away

the world has changed and so has mine
it never was so strange

below the street
so paralyzed
forever and a day

then storm the gates
to justify
the feathers on the weight