head's floating off the ground

lookin in like directions

i'm giving you an infection

and i'm using words to poke your wounds

with wooden spears and pruning shears

and edible candy wrappers made for your amusement

i make phonecalls in midnight lighting

just to save myself the self-reciprocation

and maybe makes some more sense of the attachments on the walls

i'm watching you fall

i'm making the call

the bombs are fallin down like wrath