muzzle him after pandora’s long gone
muzzle me, only until i can be sure again
this is our circle, if we could only count on Pi?
america grates, number one is sick is the reason why
parenthood, it’s hard and never fair
no need nor any sense of direction, talk is cheaper
blowing a steady wind like an afternoon game show
eddies, their one purpose is to drown you know?
their peace like a river is nobody else’ but theirs
i can show you graves quiet like nobody cares
tears appear, you can’t understand
or count their flood, it can swallow the land
drain the heavens, leaving us alone in a puzzle
seriously now. about that muzzle?