Braile

They’re building bombs in the basements of their parents.

They’re making out in the backs of ambulances.

They’re reading marx and becoming a communist.

Okay, a socialist but, really, i mean, what’s the difference?

They’re speaking loud in the house of librarians.

They’re clipping caterpillars, making them aliens.

They’re reading lenin and becoming a socialist.

Okay, a communist but, really, i mean, what’s the difference?

There is this theory that gravity’s just an experiment

But scientifically, that simply doesn’t make any sense.

Do maybe tree limbs view their fruits and vegetables as weapons?

If not, who threw that apple down

And sort of cracked the crown of isaac?

Really, it’s fine. i don’t mind a little ear damage.

If there’s a soul in my skull, what’s the meaning of it?

I know my bones were born to fail.

I swear that i will learn to sing in braille.

Will that convince yourself to more than a cemetery veil?

Rock and roll needs a van gogh.

Go ahead and cut it.

Really, it’s fine. i don’t mind a little ear damage.

If there’s a soul in my skull, what’s the meaning of it?

I know my bones were born to fail.

I swear that i will learn to sing in braille.

Will that convince yourself to more than a cemetery veil?

Is this the blessed nail that promises the ship

But not the sail? if that’s the hand i’m dealt,

I’d rather have a superhero.