Everything – Sprain
Genre Rock


Be conscious of all the space you take
As you carve your name into the earth
Force your face into an abstract smile
To be recalled in flaccid photographs

Wash all of your spiders down the drain
Holes to designate where pleasure goes
Because every holiday is just
One more sorry trip around the sun

And you drink from the palm
Of your god, as it’s dog
Constantly in attempt to satisfy
Maybe you will win a reward
Maybe they’ll make a film about your life
Starring somebody else, you’vе never met
Oncе you’ve died
And maybe they will win an award
Everything is one more
Postcard of a sunset

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *