every time i die
touch yourself
The stand will suffice, I suppose. A tunnel painted on a brick wall. When the crowd arrives in droves, They won't question the depth at all.  I got a weak heart, so I've heard. I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word. All the winters, not a sound. It probably never had a chance to thaw out. You don't touch what you want to survive. So this distance is keeping me alive Until the ones that have loved me are dead, I will hold my breath and pray that my aim is true.  [Repeat x2] The meat sits in my blind spot. The maze around it is the meal I want. The meat sits in my blind spot. Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.  Maybe the flesh will have its day. Maybe the meaning will not get in the way. God saves every third person, [x3] But he won't help us if we help ourselves. I only marvel at existence in the language existence permits. Most hearts make terrible sounds, so I laugh. An army of images stalks the land in search of ideas. I am struck only when I think to step back.  So a stand in will suffice,I suppose A tunnel painted on a brick wall When the crowd arrives in droves, They don't question the depth at all.