Snare -

Like those clever traps

A bit of wire

A rusty barb

I’ve seen some people set

And never check for prey

There are tripwires

In the righteous sneers of some of us

In their boots they carry

The seeds of all those vines they cut

In the papers

Of the pigs

And the whispers

Of the kids

There was one word…

Feels like this room is getting small

We’re only talking to the walls

There was one word

Take heed

Warning

Whisper

Not me

Take heed

Warning

Whisper

Not me

This is just snare and snarl

Raccoon blood and kerosene

A wasted feeling

Eating paper like a trick

By this threadbare chord

Held together tightly

So we’re connected

But only just

In the papers

Of the pigs

And the whispers

Of the kids

There was one word…

Feels like this room is getting small

We’re only talking to the walls

There was one word

Feels like this room is getting small

Soon there will be no room at all