fruition

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
(you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first
mm what do you say,
mm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
mm what do you say,
mm that's all for the best?
ah of course it is
mm what do you say?
mm that it's just what we need
you decided this
mm what do you say?
mm what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling
no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit