Concertina

in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris in disguise sides wiped by penance cerecloth sentencing this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue... are you listening? on the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old in denial, file this under a bridge that he can't leave will those shadows glare from that blank- rimmed stare in a vacancy hush anque me dejaste ahogando en el mar aquestete in la tierra, de la realidad of tusueno manos me recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy and the storyville sawbones couldn't tell the prescription to mend all the broken wills in the white lie wards - don't you pretend tangled in thorns to walk unborn and the debt will collect...