yes it’s a mess, but we’re here to clean up yes, i confess it’s a mess we’ll clean up
aghast appalled whatever it is called
erect tall like a good animal
ears eyes the last breath before it dies
teeth blood roll around in the mud
yes it’s a mess but we’re here to clean up yes i confess it’s a mess we’ll clean up
who picks up the roadkill when it’s dead? who reads a book they can’t comprehend? why is blood blue, while we see red? who understands a thing i just said
yes it’s a mess, but we’re here to clean up yes, it’s a mess, i promise we’ll clean up