I Hear

A butchers grin from ear to ear, no one outside who can hear
Don’t you think your time has come, I hear
Powders melt inside the cup, don’t you think she’s drunk too much
Touch the lips that blueish cold, she’s not too old
Turn the gas on high speed, shut the windows tightly
Wrap the babies safe and warm, I hear
Pull the wings off lightly, break the bones politely
Don’t you think the time has come to raise the line
A sweethearts sharpened kiss, twenty-four marks on her breast
A lover gasp rings through the might, I hear
Pull the wings off lightly, break the bones politely
Don’t you think the time has come, I hear
Powders melt inside the cups, don’t you think she’s drunk too much
Touch the lips that blueish cold, she’s not too old
Blueish eyes through the earth stare, frozen face without a care
Another chance to raise the line, I hear