Blood

Guided
As though by creation
The blood pumping to the heart
Bypasses the brain
The words become
More than a mirror
A minor abstraction
Of the endless parade

It's grave
We march
Through time
What say?
Who winds
The clock
That falls off of the wall?

The meaning comes and goes
Birds who bite their toes
Tree-top flying foes
Eyes as hard as stone
These words I do not know
No idea when they'll unfold
My compass must be broke
The wrong end of an inside joke

It's grave
We march
Through time
What say?
Who winds
The clock
That falls off of the wall

There's too much information
To process for the brain
I'm not so simple

We rely on each other in this house of blood
Denying the other, one last chance to come
We rely on each other in this house of blood
Denying the other, one last chance to come
We rely on each other in this house of blood
Denying the other, one last chance to come
We rely on each other in this house of blood
Denying the other, one last chance to come
Clean