Flesh Eater - extinguisher

Butts in the cracks of the sidewalk
As if Somebody's lining them up
Sirens on the block behind Me
Somebody's slipped in Their truck
Hopefully not on My street
Hopefully on a side street
I scratch My lip with My teeth
As the wind blows on My cheek
It emerges like a thought from the mind pool
Cigs in the cracks of the sidewalk
As if Somebody's lining them up
Sirens on the block behind Me
Somebody's slipped in Their truck
Hopefully out of the way
Hopefully We'll be able
To maintain Our efficiency
It emerges like a thought from the mind pool

Written by:
Adam Reid

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