Song Meat - Subtle

Song Meat - Subtle
I suppose I've been brave
The highly unlikely rock
And all its valves are roped off
As is the would find luggage dilemma
Of love and money
I know now the problem
Lies in no one wire of the human heart
No none of its 12 plugs can be pulled
To tear all veins in one fell swoop
Like wall socket roots
Through their smooth calm sheets of plaster skin
And so much thinking makes so little of time
And of lives
What's left are fires beating off of faces
Spreading in the heat left after beards
The bright red skeleton of a cynic
And the fine line differences in skin consistency
However so slightly permanent
These are the things that will never be songs
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
So look out
A frozen lake is solved
By all means
It's the slowing down of your brain
Around that certain sort of math
The result completely destroys the snow globe
Which results in
One calling for an eyewash and hand replacement
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street
Never more concrete for song street
Not wet concrete for new song street