And we get to go all over again – nothing gonna happen whatsoever Trevor – ‘cept, of course, only ever for
Everything pretty and vehemently clandestine, don’t-cha know-it though, which will stitch its mind over matter immediately right by
Our eagle-eyed territory, please
Take submerging footnote of our pretty little process whilst it bares its multifarious neck/teeth/all of these sharpening toolkits of sentimental ours
Which do indeed bequeath our silly little-travailed feet
We with our Colouredfields aside our Creative playthings – downright damn-dastardly cranium strains – yet still, We breathe against all of the fuck-in grain
Seems the deeper the voice the better the echo – ergo… ear We Go A(gain). .. …