Sans sonnet
your nimble lyrics tangle the pen
now bleeding

it's your thing at least until you give it away
fade to daft
play the ugly one for me

and the ugly is the good one
and that's the right one to get this across
grand idea

reject them, reject them
but respect them
till everybody can

inspect them, inspect them
and accept them
everybody must give consent

sick and faint
hes gurgling on his own stupid voice
to hear himself talk

a rising, dull chorus of the feeble who beg
their own death
everybody must give consent

you slam the door
in your own second face
I promise you now

we won't keep your mistake
closing in on your will to conspire
and as you're sailing on to a blue sea of fire