Here's an empty evening mind
Aim it out
Fire breath, another empty bed
A vicious fable for the empty kitchen table
Waiting for the heat to writhe
And rise up blind to bind the bed
To sit awake in overtime
Pennies paid the camera grey
Grow, exhale
Queue in with the absent fools
Hoping for something else to lose
To loosen off a debt of favours
Days of bad behaviours
Bet it in
Indigo and truth
There's something I can prove within
Hunger up the placid eyes
Pulverise
Oncoming fields of future friction
Tread it under foot and it will
Slide from wild to silent sounded
Under the pressure pounding
But is this good news for those of you
Who feed off conflict in your boots

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