dread thoughts like the locks on your head caught flies they were searching for lies but found a light instead lock your truth away from all the parasites their fall’ll come with the one of your closing eye-lids let them fly in the dark against the walls with your finger parked on the switch they believed in the enlightenment you could bring why do you like throwing shadows at me? will your frail wings bear your body? maybe. but who would catch you? fly alone… butter separates you from the other flies they‘re covered in the feces and lies of your species on top of this pile flies the king that you are in circles around the targeting zone of the cow now be buried in shit because you wouldn‘t share it take this load upon yourself flying alone near the sun made you blind i‘d rather be among my own dumb kind you‘re always welcome