I bow my head
To let you scratch
And still address the issue of this
Tame theory
Tame theory
Of how an animal is tamed
When it’s served what it wants
And there’s plenty to go ‘round
Because there’s plenty of bullshit
In the illusion of tame theory
He's laying on his hot rock Waiting for old skin to drop The price you pay, a dependency Or you will freeze When heat will stop It's a weird economy From which we are borrowing From health of descendents But no magical entropy Like we were promised Lady luck I will mop the blood from your bed For you run a strange enterprise I promise not to ask too many questions Bend the shanks of your shoes To blunt Occam's razor Because the world of chaos Is more interesting to sell Because you can bite the hand that feeds Or kiss the ring Of one that hits
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
