Shaking Hand Incision

Nothing ever changes
Except scenery arrangements
In the affectionate hands of
Horse powered assault

Best keep your pants on boy
Behind the armor of fault
Homeless make shift triggers
You'll never walk again

In the choked mouths of rivers
Parted like a sea of loaded infidelity
Best keep your stitched lips
Starched in a giggle

Homeless make shift triggers
You'll never walk again
In piles of clothing sleep the
Stitched lips starched in a giggle

In piles of clothing sleep the dead
No wire coat hangers
Never again.