Found Art - Big Business

Mind your step

But be fleet

There’s no need to panic

But we’re losing the light

And we haven’t built shelter

And it’s starting to rain

What if he’s watching

What if it comes from the sky

What if it bites

What if we’re bitten

What if we’re snatched up by our sleep in disguise

What if we’re bitten

Then you boil with fever

Lucid, Helpless

Hopeless and cold