Black spot becomes a dirty knife
A rock falls from the ground straight down
Can’t be that hole in the fence death
It’s sad like an ecstatic clown
I hear the sound
Down, down

The void is dusty and silver
A hardness from the earth will fall
A barrier’s not blinded dead
Brought down by excitement’s joke call
Quiet’s not all
Fall, fall

Life’s not birds, magma and music
Life is a chore