She loves saying no
I'm writing too small
Apex predator in the swimming pool
Who views the moon as a deflated sack

They approach the aliens in war paint
They'll never be covered in their own blood
They'll never get it

Anger's key of joy is disobedience
The actors are inorganic material
And like most things we've found
Omniscience is deficient

Wish me will
Wish me won't
Follow her to bed
Because Bethlehem has always been for losers
And for losers
Where to even start having a moment?

One stroke of your mourner's cloak
Biblical duds writhing in a clearly fake cave
My enemies built my face back from memory
That's why I'm so very hard to look at
An empty space vows to win back its old form
So to stop touching everything

If someone riding you
Has hit you too hard
With heel when you shied being of no use
To our surroundings, the pyramids failed
I recall these images with pleasure
The boy watching the urn turn to chamberpot
The marrow of use-value

Wish me will
Wish me won't
Follow her to bed
Because Bethlehem has always been for losers
And for losers
Where to even start having a moment?