Mama’s dead,,, the baby’s dyin daddy's so sad cause the world be cryin.
STRIATED REFLECTIONS-- IN THE MIRRORS ON THE WALL BLEED THROUGH THE CRACKS-AND THEY CUSHION THE FALL
My skin’s tranluscent,, paper thin I don’t know where I fit in It’s a long way down to hell and back Cause I was lost,, but now I’m found Lyin on the cold wet ground,,,
,,,three robots in starched-grey button-downs, straighten up and drop the evil-eye on'ya all at once. “Why do you want to know?”,,, I figure he must be d'top dog in this cluster-fuck.
,,,was extruded through the answer to a question repeated over and over, freeze-framed in the shock of her mindless penetrating gaze; “You just killed my son in law”.