i'm to build a tower of rusty coils
an ancient monster brand new
dead tired right into the mud
temporarily bleaching my memory
he knows nothing but lullabyes
he will bear my name today and the rest
it serves him well just to live
and he lives just to serve
the heir-apparent of my small time failures
he knows nothing but lullabyes
an erratic misfire stumbled past its target
a placating steam rather than a useful gasoline
he will manufacture seawater timeslip
with noontide rising, his foam puts a sleep on me
he knows nothing but lullabyes
fear waits around behind the day end corners
fear subsides off my half aware connections
but that junkyard crooked plant motherfucker in me
keeps my head dreamless
an undusted near empty library
just enough for me to breathe
