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