FLOATING MOON FACE

TOOK YOUR PLACE

AS A BOY

DOWN THE RIVER

IN A BOAT

RUN BY BATTERY

 

PANIC MUSIC OF MY BACKGROUND.

THE PRANCE OF FEET

SINGS SUBTLE HARMONY.

I MAY BE BRAINDEAD

BUT STILL MY HEART BEATS

AND EATS SOUND WAVES;

POUNDS THE WALLS,

SHE’S GOING DOWN.

MONEY’S BROWNING,

DROWNING CHANGE,

LACK OF VITAMIN D.