There’s nothing here and I’ve known that
known it ten or more years
Everything is predictable
exactly what it appears
vacate this simulacrum
of a past that’s totally gone
if you’re looking back and tasting salt
You know you’re doing it wrong
A clone of fifty malformed knobs
Surely been five hundred more
dumb doorstops of dumb obstinance
refuse to recognize the door
vacate this simulacrum
of a past that’s totally gone
if you’re looking back and tasting salt
You know you’re doing it wrong
vacate this simulacrum
of a past that’s totally gone
if you’re looking back and tasting salt
You know you’re doing it wrong
Where’s that spirit of salt
the fire in your belly is the spirit
where’s the spirit of salt
have you got that spirit
No comments:
Post a Comment