Guilford Fall
Fugazi
Down at the station we question
Our rations but you seem satisfied
With the little received fractured
Appetite with bismuth pink on tap
Ascetic limbs gone tight and your lips
Are clamped and grey crash your appetite
Erasing every mark you make standing
In the corner while you're working up
Your mantra 'derail the train the train
The train derail the train' take the
Time to hesitate while what's glistening
On your plate goes dry and cold and not
In your mouth alright you see your
Programmatic mind surrenders appetite
And you crash yourself all over the
Place snake ingest 40 times their body
Weight but you you emaciate you crash
Your shit all over the place now
Open your mouth!
