Digging for thorns with toenail clippers
Picked scab scars, put there like dentures
We bent the whole frame out of whack
Combusting jet fuel with a straw
Alien in the claw machine game
Waving arms in the darkness, the strangle choke of nothing around you
We found two, heart and mind, not places to change but places to aim
Crumple up that trash, mix up your garbage, I'll show you mine
Peeling black tar decisions off stained concrete
The flies are buzzing on raw meat, landing in your mouth
Regurgitate an answer, make sure it's perfectly pronounced
Only chance of getting out