A Disruption in the Normal Swing of Things

The days are spent

Chatting amongst the workers

Of how cold it is outside

Not to mention their greatest fears

Like finding their children neglected and naked

In bed with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love

And no one notices,

Something disrupting the normal swing of things.

These hands are shaking

They’ve lost all trust in me

Regrets regrets

This memory has weakened

Now I recall everything

What’s with all the commotion?

I swear there’s nothing to see here.

You didn’t see it coming,

Already

This is the part where the ambulance comes.

There’s a dead man in the street;

We gotta take him to the morgue.

He can’t be here;

He’s been blocking traffic for hours.

We can’t find him help, his will.

Something’s disrupting the normal swing of things.

This institution will run efficiently.

Standard regrets

Send the misses our regards.

Sign it "deepest sympathies"

Sympathies: some patronage for the weak.

I swallowed some musk

And now I’m choking it up.

I refuse to say they won;

I win, the poisons in this drum,

In my head, On my head

All those phonies at heart

I've wrote this down a thousand times,

I think it's really dark

I don’t need this

This just walked in

Break it down I don’t need this sympathy.

I don’t need this.