Tiny Devices

Preserve your modesty
Unleash the girth
Gagging on the backwash trying to prove your worth

Survive the rodeo
Carve knives from soap
Gritting the roads of sadness maintaining the tear flow

Unpack the interview
Imagine you'd killed them
Steep your views in vinegar and maybe they'll soften

There are no beds for you
Just tiny devices
No angels you can call upon when you're in crisis

We warned you
We warned you
We warned you

Tearing all the pieces apart
Poison the gardens
Erasing the art
Stillness is about to explode but it won't hold a candle
To what's coming down the road

We warned you
We warned you
We warned you



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Smith
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