Counting losses with your wand
and I intend to find
patterns that repeat in time.
Charming creases will unfold.
A tried and true approach.
Bold and brazen, wagging so...
Unbearable, but quite immaculate
that wall of teeth.
A slew of epithets
from you.
Softened by the glass.
I'm careening like a truck
without breaks on bends.
How much more can you withstand?
Slept away and stayed aloof.
No, I don't want the truth.
Just more of your brand of abuse.
I'll wash you out. Gonna rinse you down.
Acolytes cling to you.
Your victims, slain.
Slashed down my back,
bled down the drain.
No sentiment,
no photographs,
no urns, no ash.
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Probably the best way to open a Wild Powwers album. It's short, sweet, it builds, it's energetic. The opening salvo of lyrics sets the tone for the whole album. Jameson Calantoc