---- doesn't exist.

That's the space they fold him into,
Easy with some lubrication though altering his form substantially,
Unnatural and making the grumblings of domestic animals,
Writing Orwell into this before even his mother knew it

---- doesn't exist,
The city of Philadelphia could use a good hero
But it sure is hard to find motivation when it doesn't exist

By the wayside,
Cast out by the hard steel walls of fate
Where I found my brother
The reason why we smiled

So put your strength into it and feel her warm blush--
You'll never know a finer thing than life.