[Spoken]
My womb is impregnated with mourning
The past and I conceiving
Heaving
Birthing sorrow
Intangible currencies
Misplaced kitchen knives
My sliced honour carries
A flag covered with bright colours
Steep cliffs
Want me to pretend to have feathers
Hang your black hair over me
Not under (Not under, not under, not under, not under)
March your black boots over me
Not under (Not under, not under, not under, not under)
Blinking sawdust, loud dry labour
I smell falsehood
I open my palms to reveal
An alley of sled dogs
Eating lies (Eating lies, eating lies, eating lies, eating lies)
I press my mouth to the ground
And join them