Cutlery tinkers in the skull
as etiquette becomes our meal
we are defiled our heads are full
of numbers and of ritual
of tics and the pulling of hair
nothing and nobody can clear
this bar this blood-brain barrier
Cutlery tinkers in the skull
as etiquette becomes our meal
we are defiled our heads are full
of numbers and of ritual
of tics and the pulling of hair
nothing and nobody can clear
this bar this blood-brain barrier