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letra de loose end - neurotic fiction

they’re chipping away at my workplace
with their hammers and chisels and their knives and their scissors
they’re carving a totem from the timber pile
they’re gonna take it to the press and try to get a rise
they made something slim, they think it’s clever
they want a pat on the back, “very impressive!”
they’ve cored the pillar, shaved the edge
think they’ve cut enough now, they’ve only left a loose end

i’m walking round in my sleep all night
i’m seeing figures when i turn out the light
i tried to leave but my hands were tied
i called for transport and it never arrived
i’m pulling lines out of my broken skin
waiting for something i don’t know to begin
a strange fruit is the season’s crop
growing on the tip of the thing they cut, a loose end

they’re pulling the rug out from under us
and when we’re on the ground they don’t help us up
they tell us we don’t work nearly hard enough
and they know what they’re doing, and they cut and cut
a gulf opens and it weakens our resolve
we watch as what we hold dissolves
keep a handle, try to keep a focus
while our limbs are being severed from us

- neurotic fiction

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