End

There’s an opening above your head
You should understand the way it moves
Wrap around on a spiral stairs
Wanna allocate the air for two

Dirty dream gotta clean your clock
You would open on a spot unused
Follow it all through a paper wall
Missing everything
You’re taught some rule

You be the last
I’ll be the audience
You be the traps
Stuttering in the ends

There’s an opening above your head
Trying to summon you away
Or you’re misty or desperate or done

Are you interested?
Yes you are
Sugar dripping down your jaw

Feeding lions to children for one