Feel the breeze, in the face
In the flesh, getting fresh
Fresh to death
Fresh so clean
Best to mesh
Does it hold the pain?
Does it heal the pain?
See the trees
Hear the bees
Ear to ear
Near and far
Biz to biz
Buzz to buzz
Does it hold the pain?
Does it heal the pain?
Senator
Instigator
Agitator
Back to clap
Clap to back
Does it hold the pain?
Does it heal the pain?
Sad in the swamp
Seeing the sheep
Sensing their nerves
Holding your sword
Wolves move in clothes
Fuck their fake smiles
They can’t hold the veins
They can’t feel the pain
They can’t hold the foot on our necks
They put their foot on our necks
It will get off
now
They can’t grow the range
The creative, dynamic, technicolor range
They hold dust in their veins
Beyond the bleach blond bad built butch body