Showered in moth dust and trying to predict the next vibration Step on our heads and push the cracks of pavement to both sides of our skulls Forced communication with worms Crying to the centipedes Step on me again Hold hands while we submit I guess we deserve this and the red-wash that surrounds my ears is a tribute to absurdity Cherry mirrors reflecting the horrors of folklore Thank you for the tremors And thank you for the beating You’re welcome for the compliance And you’re welcome for the bleeding Step again