A split in the mind and a break in time
Flying through the air backwards
Crack Crack Crack
Come back to us Come back to us
Sticking the knife in a bit deeper
A long way to the big bucks
In the edge of the alleyway
Done and Done and Done
Blending a tithe of spirits
Spirits for which men go mad
A certain plank in the Eritrean waste
The slump of the conscripted
Deanalyzed however not sleeping peacefully
A shift in the diagnosis for the funds
Sleep, young one, just Sleep
All that you need to know
Nothing is to be done
On and on and on we go
Needing no one’s permission
Slipping over the tracks –
Closing with bells

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