Poser Poser

Whispered twisted clay
Is making my decisions
But everything to say
Has five different visions
And somehow it seems clear
That you
Will find number seven

Hunting was today
Nothing was before
Criminalite
Has stumbled through the door
And I know
That foolery and feelings go together

Why doesn't lots of fun sound like a lot of fun
Why doesn't lots of fun sound like a lot of fun

Juggling jesters score
Melodramatic monster trucks
They keep them off the floor-
Five hundred rabbits fuck fuck fuck and
Make twelve hundred more
While you and she were sleeping

Move
You've got nothing left
Stand up