Little Things

little things

little lies

add up in time

little hands

little eyes

interests align

Foreign gods

Foreign soil

wipe your boots on the rug

while we’re here

look for oil

in the graves that we’ve dug

there

there is no time to waste

wear

gloves so you don’t leave a trace

their babies

may grow up strong if we leave

I think you know

what I mean

forget the past

fugue state

was this your home?

plant a flag

it’s getting late

and send in the drones

there

there is no time to waste

wear

gloves so you don’t leave a trace

their babies

may grow too strong if we leave

I think you know

what I mean.

there

there is no time to waste

wear

gloves so you don't leave a trace

their babies

they may grow up strong if we leave

this has become

quite routine