Scatter

Poison apples for the promised land
Dropping seeds in the orchard
Poison fingers on the righteous hand
Pointing into the choir
Behold them
Remind them
They're not worth saving if they're not worth naming
Planted seed. Scatter soil. Exhale. They hold the line
Simple minds, no reason to ask how high
They hold the line until the rope cuts
Pull the blinds
Kill the lights
Cover tracks
Clever hens
A friend would let you know
A friend would help remove your eyes from your ass
...Rips them off like branches from a tree.
That's why they hold the line, hold the line until it...
...Rips them off like branches from a tree.
That's why they hold the line, hold the line until it...