What a wish what a shift what a twist of fate.
All we waste all we break, did we agitate
all we have all we know underneath our feet?
Choke it down, spit it up. A spoiled piece of meat
is getting harder and harder to identify.
Crooked cooking no ones looking up the alibi.
What a wish. Don't you wish it was as simple as
an answerless question no one needs to ever ask.
If all you do this time around come back to you always,
but often in disguise.
And all you do to those around would scar you too,
are you planning to survive?