Lamb Testo

Lamb is thrashing it
Hits the rhythm section
Clears the gator pit
The winter wind sings like
A choir of inbred children

The trails are desolate
New flu tore through the school
But for some reason, she dodged it
This spot is miles out In wildfire-blackened barrens

Dad said dinner’s at 6
The same gray stir-fry
With veggies from the sad little garden

Last jump at dusk
She goes big
Half second’s hesitation
Disaster’s shadow liquefactive

She slams so hard
It ignites the stars

Light is leaking
There’s no pain
The moments they have a way
Of annihilating what you pictured
Drink in darkness
It fills your shape Electric epiphany
Jets of terror and understanding

Long ago spring
Lamb is 3
It tastes metallic
And it smells like drowning
Plucking burrs from her shins
The blood beads

And in the periphery
The shadow is gathering

Light is leaving
And there’s no pain
The moments they have a way of
Annihilating what you pictured
Drink in darkness
It fills your shape
Nothing can be the same
The wave function’s slowly collapsing

Elevation
From here we see
The wreckage of history
Progress suspended and combusting
Human hungers satisfied
Mom’s breath in thunderheads
“Little liebchen
Don’t you cry”