Clocks

Basing your connections on a premise so thin

You can see right through them

So brittle it'll crack

A smile right back

Under your feet

Bite off your legs

Leave you with stumps

Chastise you for whimper and embrace it too

We can suck up your weakness

And swish it around in our mouths

And pass it back

And forth

And back

And forth

And back

And forth

I'm all out of cartridges for you right now

We'll have run on different juice

I got things to do

I don't got the time

Hostility vanished outside the chalk circle

Replaced my lingering tension

And all the power was held within

And all the hopefuls could do

Was wait

Until a decision had been made

From the fucking

And the fighting

And the fucking

And the fighting