She Tells Me Things

I don’t want to feed anymore
On the lies of the past
And the ghosts I absorbed
In the scars that I marinate
In the folds of my mind
Marry the dogma you find in the field
Wake up the baby you eat for yr meal
Cos I can’t seem to canonize you
Or anyone
She tells me things
I don’t seem to recognize you
No, I don’t seem to recognize you
No, I don’t seem to recognize you
Or anyone
German ceramic garden gnomes
Buckminister Fuller’s Geodesic dome
And the engineering marvel
Known as the Chunnel
She tells me things
That I
That I don’t want to hear anymore
Of the camps and the guards
And the thieves and the whores
And the scars that you marinate
In the folds of your mind
I need more
And I don’t seem to recognize you
No, I don’t seem to recognize you
No, I can’t seem to civilize you
Or anyone
Stay inside
Please stay inside