The Beggar - Catherine

What’s with these lights?

Is this an interrogation?

What’s with these lights?

Third degree in the masses eyes

What’s with these lights?

Is this an interrogation?

What’s with these lights?

I’ve got nothing to say

Beggar with a soapbox

Kinesiatic with pride

Beggar with a soapbox

But I’ve got nothing to say

Build a bigger soapbox

The nothing just gets louder

This is just strategic stagnation

All our stomachs growl for the same thing

Just another fix to us inside

Eat, sleep, lather, rinse.

Repeat

None of those things are good enough for me