Testo Just Like Water

The plains of my love trains,
lay your neck on the train bed.
Cock the gun,
shoot the sun,
it'll be eight minutes before we're dead.

Build this city up,
tear down the old buildings. Build a new ethic.
My faith is in tech-tonic movement.

You're just like water,
so much thicker.
Little brother,
so much bigger.
Father/daughter,
so much unsaid.
Bigger family,
so much less time.

My abstract thought needs a catholic marriage
to a practical object pushing a baby carriage.
It's in your circle.
It's in your circle.
It's in your circle.
Fuck your circle.