where do we go when sidewalks end
and plummeting to certain death
seems like the only solution
to an already desperate calling.
too many times we've been led
to nothing by short ropes tied around our necks.
i know you've killed for less.
this time we've finally found
the voice you ripped away
as quickly as you gave it up.
they'll have to read our minds before they
catch our tounges.
corrupt them while they're young.