The meals you eat have fullest taste
When you smell them as you wait.
Nothing sexier than waiting,
No greater rush than hating
What you bait to.
What you relate to
Pits the fire that you burn for;
Only warms half what you yearn for
In your heart,
In your art,
In your very own back yard.
Love keeps you well asleep,
Hate keeps you on your guard.
The sides are drawn, the pieces placed,
A strong line between food and waste.
And though you watch the sickly orange dawning of the sun,
You can feel the day that's not for you set sail for everyone.
Moving forward,
Being lowered
In where my name is slurred.
Poke me, stab me, break me;
It won't even take a word.
Song: Fast's Break
