Skinny Puppy

level edge backs against the ledge no knives the stone hard eyes without the longing or
fear that it would disappear they cling on nuturing never ending obsessions on the table
lines needed walls cover tips the balance don't touch me wiped out cornering mouthed the
word money head shake handshake out to get a long way from corrosion pushes closer to
the edge wired not connected peeling back plastic wrap tinted green and all illusion
existing caught up crossfire trading tall tales where are you going where do you fail