Familiar

Best be careful, don’t get familiar with the caving ground It’s the trick of all who surround you, captured in their clouds Longing to feel what it means to be true I felt the plank break, strange race, lead boots, men who creak in, And end knowing then Just a touch, think nothing of it when our fingers reach in Carve your eyes out, blank as the pavement, you know you don’t Need them Try not to scream when you see what we do I felt the world blink, strange thing, wild eyes, inside, slowly moving Like a dream Doesn’t all life under the sun spin in secret colors? Nothing we say, nothing we do is new Erase the paint and you wouldn’t recognize me But nothing we say, nothing we do is for you