We are...
Your life...
Your flesh..
Your name..
We are
Your life after death..
The bloody mess
Left stained on your black desk
Smeared pain on your black pen-knife still fresh
Dark crowded room
No light, no ray no spark, no hope left
Just no point, no more, no more to deal with stress
Everything inside
Under lock and key, no passage to confess
Keep all your thoughts under public arrest
Confined and squeezed until they’d made to be less
And less
No room to ride free
No bail, no holy grain, no one to run to and tell life’s tale
Tit for tat
Food for thought Let’s see how long it’ll take to digest
Lets see how long it take’s to come out the other end none the less
Let’s see how long it take’s
To die just
Be careful
Of the sticky yellow label
They slap on your head when your down and fable
Found suffocated with a telephone cable
Just the call
One
Two
Three and
The Four
And the Five minute’s
But After the three minute’s it’s to late init
Your going to heaven! Or hell if your sent from it
We are infinite