Bear Trap

Son of man Curtain dipped in blood Won't you just grow your teeth Toothy token prayers and Don't give permission to speak And all the while it reminds [?] Breathing in grit My fingers smell of coffee grounds But I can just about do it Sleeping through the engine sound Now can I take what's coming my way? [?] The air here is a solid exhausted sour cracked cinder block But man is created Skirting the walls of his own high tower Did I miss the window? Did I miss the window? I don't think I missed the window But maybe I'm [?] I am [?] thinker So I'll go easy with my razor over my teenage skin Thank you Thomas Stearns for thanking God One day they will stop on the bridge Take off their hats and become [?] trees I'll dance my way to a joy Get ready to be ready for something good For something good Let me hear you say I can just about do it