A Noose Too Late[To Be Of Any Use]

by T.G.(Divide by Zero, A/0)
Track 3 on "Yin" disk. All rights reserved.

"Dream your sins and
pop your pills as
darkness fades to light.

Raise your glass then
put up your hands:
Give us the fight of your life.

Like a passing breeze: forgot.
Whether you like it or not.
Up the lattice and over the railing,
Out of the kettle and into the pot.

I saw the cosmos,
In the blink of your eye,
But it was beyond you.
Now it's left you in its wake.

One eye staring forward and the other gazing in,
upon a scene that is unfolding,
Dye-caste into tin.
The bag is full of nothing and,
Empty like the wind,
All the scents once on it,
Carried like the burden of...

Break the cold with blue plastic,
Put it under your tongue.
Paper won't hide the holes in the glass,
Or anything else that you've done.

Lit from the top just like any other candle you,
Hit the right spot then my wick burnt too low.
You and I both lactate just like any other mammal,
and then they grow away,
Then they fade away.

The thoughts that carry on and end up in a song and hand you thoughts to contemplate,
Warm your ears up right,
If only she was here now is shed a goddamn tear and give him some value in her fucking life."