My God,
My tongue’s been
Flying away
Trying to fray
My days
My nights

My hopes
Keep slipping down my woes
Dripping down their concrete shelves

We’re walking in circles, now
Trying to sing our way out of this deaf war
We’re breaking our bones for vows
Bound to be broken by the hands that wove them

Our red world
Riddled with worms is
Bleeding out
Bloody fingertips brushing the hair
From our mouths

Our sculptures pour from our needs
We plead with
Heavy hearts and
Hungry eyes
Looking for lies to eat

We’re walking in circles, now
Trying to sing our way out of this deaf war
We’re breaking our bones for vows
Bound to be broken by the hands that hold them