| Mannheim |
|---|
| Ignore reason and let the unworthy enjoy you in secrecy |
| Taut, tired and up for sale |
| Picked your perfect distress |
| Stick in a pin as a marker |
| Whenever you see fit |
| Things went too wrong too many times |
| Consider it lumber |
| And set alight, alight |
| So go die slow in time |
| Or reclaim the subject of empty self |
| I know you do exist |
| But too far in the past |
| We follow the echoed lines you borrowed |
| The hours you’ve taken |
| The sinew you’ve torn apart |
