Keychain

I feel my teeth turning black I feel my hands too cold to grasp this neck My instrument at last I'll strangle it to death I hear the laughs outside the speaker at my attempts at serious Won't hold a candle to the rest won't hold a candle to the best More like a key chain flashlight busted I'm adolescent novelty With awkward wording I'm generic generica I feel my lungs turning black I feel the smokestacks closing in Dirty fingers prewritten dreams Selling life as a machine I feel my aching bones inside me Shrivel away like artifacts With an ensignia on the back Lettered and taped in body bags It's cutting off my circulation, they've won, I'm breaking up on the outside I crumble like dust and am carried away. Lets place our bets on all of our friends See in the end which were despensable anyway Expand the margins of these papers Writing words I never meant to say And I'll let go this photograph says so I'll let go I swear to God of everything you told me so Webster's would be pissed at my disrespect for protocol Britannica's a liar the world can't be this small Hands in the sack, attacked, never going back To those who are taking role Their potentials offer me nothing at all