The days are catching up to me
my unconscious fear unbound
Is it time to tailor fit the notion
that come Sunday I'll lay in the ground?

The obelisk fumes they've occupied
emphatically are strong
a smelter pile made by the debt collector
where the children should be seen, not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

Can you hear and see the raptor with
these bones I've left behind?
Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants
Are you the son or just a clone?

Nests where you worked hard to breathe,
a window to my mind
my subterfuge, just branches to a mandrake
where the children should be seen, not heard

Even if there is no way back home

I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away
I'm not running away

Under the aegis of cognition
I am dead, will I escape?

With rampant consonant couture
am I dead, will I escape?