We've got butterflies cavorting with souls,

Blindfolded led to meat trucks,

When we think we're old.

Arms and legs and rusty sockets,

Hospitals with new horizons,

Trusted, but hiding within the leaves.

Twisted, crumbling stair,

Listening to the sirens of London,

Under the haze darkening star,

Listen to the screams around here,

Blue and icy and sincere.

Men on the street attack fuzz in your ears.

We never shed a tear,

When the wolves come to the door.

Didn't pull the curtains back,

When the mob comes for the lynching.

Such a sweet smelling summer,