Bones
Bones
Protruding
Like they never have before
Questions
Countered by camouflage
And false filling
I can only count to a thousand
And you’re counting on me
But I’m trapped
And truthfully,
I don’t intend to flee
It’s a numbers game
And I’ll calculate my way to the carcass
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