Fright Of Thee

I was lost in field,

Where flesh meets the bone,

its a long way from home,

for me...Im a pig on stick,

Im bird on a wire,

See me spangle and spin,

I'm gone,

I'm gone into the lightTo something new, something right,

and I'm tangled in fright...

of theeAnd with my bones make a hill,

make a fire, make a pill,

make sure everyone's killed,

or I'll go,

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