Game match set and synchronise
then part it this hand set in turpentine
imitate and angled to
suffocate this indignance inherited
from mouth to mouth sore
kept clean and comfortable
consequence
never let me fall down
there's every
chance i wont
get back up
like holding a mirror to the action
i kill and die
all dos and don'ts equals are opposites
i smile and cry
fall backwards in space and time
i cower in corners minding mine
get where water cannot
consequence
never let me fall down
there's every
chance i wont
get back up
if you could use the space to grow now
you've no gleam or shine
so worn the rigour of a champion
now your faded with time
when giving birth makes you a murderer
and your love a crime
are we but walking contradictions
while ever this ring still binds