The fried fat sizzles, singing piggies final songs

The dim light twitches, lightning for two at table nine

The name tag faded, pad of paper scribbled on

Blank stare implosion and a single-clouded sky



And in your glazed eyes I see the tunnels end

Chemicals and decimals fill my stomach chasm high

And when my demons catch me they will catch me by surprise

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become