I do not disagree with your maternity
In actuality it buzzes like a bug in me
It is insect and psychology
I need to be shocked with a battery
Oh it could be ours
Except our errors
Writhing like bats toward the storm
It's night time all the time in your arms
Though we have our orders
To save one another
We're just dead soldiers swimming from the lawn
Where night time doesn't carry its alarm
All day, all night
Act dead, or alive
I'm wrong, you're right