Look me straight   Now blame it on loneliness   Who knows?   Certainly not them      Where is this?   The lane that takes you head on   But for now   You do not/cannot contemplate   Certainly not you      And silence is dread   'Cause look what you've done   Aligned outside no aim   Which follows me   Painted over a well cleansed abdomen   Tattooed ugly and blue   The enemy      Watch and wait   A childproof survival kit   Just for a glimpse   Of the everlasting big kick      Secrets bleeding to untold families   Lovers in flight over the gravesite   We become statues   In a ten acre garden