Century opens like we're breaking yellow tape at the scene of something ciminal, beyond obscene caught just a glimpse, another rubbernecker rocketing past - all perpetrators, or refugees? it is a carnival crime
we're queued for the fire this time, so push the pace to race against all the faces in this identikit
we're frozen, lsitening to the sun, waiting for new kinds of light to come; so little heat from whatever we set ablaze
burning so bright for all the kids who need effigies?
the time has long since passed to stop, just drop this role
self-immolations only heightening a certain relief
i was never even warmed by the glow
it is a carnival crime
try on all ears and all eyes, and push the pace to race against all the faces in this identikit we're frozen, listening to the sun, awiting for new kinds of light to come; so little heat from whatever we set ablaze
burn through the features and enver see the face
consumed by the known, escape routes are closed nowhere to go but still we run
we snap to fit to this identikit