Album: Nothing Is Precious Enough for Us
The strapping and the seam have parted ways and come clean
Crustaceous in form and cratered with A-shaped holes
Wide, wide, it’s a wide divide
Hands, hands, a show of hands
All oceans aside, I’m drifting and stupefied
In the black interest rows of a nation unearthed too slow and so Wide, wide, it’s a wide divide
Rake, rake, over the coals that shake
Hands, hands, a show of hands
Embers burn hands