Touch Yourself

The stand-in will suffice, I suppose

A tunnel painted on a brick wall

And when the crowd arrives in droves

They don't question the depth at all

I got a weak heart

So I've heard

I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word

All these winters

Not a sound

It probably never had a chance to thaw out

You don't touch what you want to survive

So this distance is keeping me alive

Until the ones that have loved me are dead

I will hold my breath and pray that my aim is true

The meat sits in my blind spot

The maze around it is the meal I want

The meat sits in my blind spot

Hallelujah, got a trophy kill

Maybe the flesh will have its day

Maybe the meaning will not get in the way

God saves every third person

But he won't help us if we help ourselves

I only marvel at existence in the language existence permits

Most hearts make terrible sounds

So I laugh

An army of images stalks the land in search of ideas

I am struck only when I think to step back

The stand-in will suffice, I suppose

A tunnel painted on a brick wall

And when the crowd arrives in droves

They don't question the depth at all