Dead Meat

blank looks that stare into thin air
shiny plastic chairs, left-overs
a theme of one spit in two
I almost did surprise you

but now it's a dead end
next to the dead meat

can I recommend myself
to blend into your drink
everything I know and feel
is stuck in spider web
here within, but this is not the real life
so cut it out with a butchers knife

a price on your head and the words
to drill a deep hole
the bodies are painted red
the language to play another role

the impact of weaving a nest
made of barbed-wire fence
the rafe to pierce both heart and sense
so deep within, but thats not the real life
better cut it out with a butchers knife

now it's a dead end
next to the dead meat