There’s no resistance in the distance
Our finish is colored crimson
Footprints written into the system

Tongue tied linguistics
among the wreckage twisting to a stiffness

For today we have tomorrow
For tomorrow we have a new

Lewd obscurities that leave a rue
Stirred with minced pigs feet to hard to chew

A stew of watches branded for you
Tell the hour of your ends and dues .