Album: Pantomime Hearse
No bad blood now
Between our class and
Other form groups
Rivals from school
Have grown into
The same smoke rooms
Those old lock-ins with indigenous no-brains
Seventeen people with only three surnames
Replicas of girls under half their age
Analogue lanes
Led me away
The same word that
They use for won here
I use for lost
Those old lock-ins with indigenous no brains
Seventeen people with only three surnames
Replicas of women over twice their age
Digital roads
Led me this way