The Hexx

    The Hexx – Pavement

    Capistrano swallow, answer to your inner voice
    and please return,
    God installed that radar in your pointy little beak
    so you’d return.

    Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x’ed out
    attend to the torn up kid.
    salivate and reckon with all the sick things
    that you did.

    Your secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count
    has lead them astray,
    pray they’re into wishing wings and crashing into bodies
    in your perfect way

    But I, I saw you reeling in a parking lot,
    I, I saw you rallying round a parking lot,
    Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper,
    Know (no?) there is no leeway
    you’re standing on the freeway in love,
    Motion, you were destined for the paupers grave.

    Architecture students are like virgins
    with an itch they cannot scratch,
    Never build a building till you’re 50
    what kind of life is that?

    Stalled out on an escalator
    wishing which way to return up or down,
    My Palestinian nephew got his face blown off
    in a dusty craft.

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