sitting upright.
math class.
you didn't know
you were people.

fingers rap the table;
eyes dart the needle.
there is nothing here;
but people.
but people;

haunt you now in the living room stereo.
when the amplifier hums you a sickening tune.
you shut-in from spring & await the endless winter.
there's flowers underneath the snow.

sitting uptight.
a family roadtrip.
reentering a shell.
with all these people.

my violence is not yet spent
i need a passenger seat real quick
no string arrangements attached
there's a rapping in my ear & i spit in god's face
i wanna lay bare
for all you people
all these people

they hunt you down inbetween kitchen cupboards.
when you break yourself apart tryna find the prize inside.
you shut-in from spring & await the endless winter.
there's flowers underneath the snow.
they haunt you now in the living room stereo.
when the amplifier hums you a sickening tune.
you shut-in from spring & await the endless winter.
there's flowers underneath the snow.