Scrambling the eggs
Fish rot on the dock today
Nothing left but hate
Scrambling the eggs
Fish rot on the dock today
Nothing left but hate
Shattered eye glasses
Nothing makes sense anymore
Ice thawing
Below my feet
Trying to keep alive heartbeat
You offer me a weathered map
We both know
It is a trap
Speak louder
I’m having trouble hearing
You say I should follow society’s rules
What for?
All I find is locked doors