Backbone

The need for direction The need for a spine The trunk feeds the future Breathing out life The causing of tension The carrion time The short-sighted vision Burns me alive I heard there is no alternative A little bird told me that everything’s broken The safety of asyla A decorative patchwork of straitjackets Of course, standing tall Blueprints drawn on lumbar Scaffolded, aligned, Built out of vertebrae As expected the world fell apart I heard there is no alternative A little bird told me that everything’s broken The safety of asyla A decorative patchwork of straitjackets As expected the world fell apart