warm bodies, I sense
are not machines that can only make money
past perfect tense
words for a feeling and all I've discovered
I'll be along son
with medicine supposed to,
designed to make you high
I'll be along son
with words for a feeling and all I've discovered

old, bad eyes

on loneliness comes
go see the foreman, go see the profiteer
on loneliness drives
we're takin' our time movin' shit for this holy slime

old, bad eyes, almighty fear

the shepherd won't leave me alone
he's in my face and I
the shepherd of my days
and I want you here by my heart and my head,
I can't start till I'm dead
-E. Kowalczyk-