Every tree bursting
No phoenix, no net
No Green Peace, no regret
Just gravity
Blowing no flames
Spitting out secrets
Thick noises out power our voices
Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
So you can see what I see
Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
Cracking away, syringes and blankets
Our poets are strangers and voiceless
In the ash, I found a bird
Still as the lump men
Sleeping in alleyways
Still as my gaze, as they are croaking for change
Let myself feel nothing and walk away
Piss stained and crunchy
Toothless and pungent
I am sure he deserved it
Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
So you can see what I see
Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
I was string thin, barren and scrambling for food
My people exiled, subhuman and crude
They took my lover and library too
War left me vagrant with nothing to lose
If I could go back, one thing I would do
Try to unravel, cut down, and unscrew
The first double helix that links me to you
