One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
Kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read
Are convinced of living human beings
or do your arms just jut from the wide side
Loose hands never damned them
Not even in dreams (are you)are you
cleaning up fake blood between shots
Coming home feeling dirty
From a long night of nearly being yourself
These have been things sung(sung) that will never be (songs)songs?
Classic heart held out in seperable palms
?breath against a still fleshed chest full of ?should bes?
You see how ever so slightly permanent
These are then things sung that?ll never be songs
This is not more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete
Never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
Not song not more swanmeat
Never more concrete not song not more raw wheat
Not swan not more song meat
One day we all wake to find
Fishbowl rocks in our right front pocket
Kept safe there in the other
And when you stop to read (this?ll never be)
You have to leave a rock (this?ll never be)
Convincing (this?ll never be)
Living human remains (this?ll never be)
That you yourself (this?ll never be)
Are convinced of living human beings (this?ll never be)
Never more wet concrete the soul
Song street now not swan concrete never meat
Not swan song meat never not poor song meat
(not concrete, not swan meat, more raw wheat??.into indistinction?)