This invocation
is no tautology
as sleep comes with bombs —
death’s ecology.
And soothing language
does and doesn’t work,
and soothing language
does and doesn’t work
lulling a false sense of peace
lulling a sense of peace
lulling a sense of peace
lulling a false sense of peace.
The notes that don’t follow
our croons and murmurs,
and the smashed melodies
as you’re cut to pieces.
And soothing language
does and doesn’t work,
and soothing language
does and doesn’t work
And so we sing a sleep
from which you’ll wake,
and so we sing a sleep
from which you can’t wake
lulling a false sense of peace
lulling a sense of peace
lulling a sense of peace
lulling a false sense of peace
and soothing language
does and doesn’t work,
and soothing language
does and doesn’t work.
This invocation
is no tautology
as sleep comes with bombs —
death’s ecology.
