Paroles de Pep Talk From a Nihilist

Fight fair, high class subterfuge Raw thought, rethink, pretend Eye dance, coat your mouth and start again Raw thought, rethink, just pretend Contort, reshape Matchstick mind at ease Charcoal hands erode, slight spine Brazen picture rooted Contort, reshape, matchstick mind at ease Contort, reshape, matchstick mind at ease Prideful preaching crosses solace’s disdain Still circle “stray” and know that we are meld that way And you spit blood from across the room Just brace yourself and spit in tune High stakes silence while their tongues loom The wolf inside resumes, won’t see you soon