whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i grow cold
and fall old
heat and repeat
face me and shake me
tell me to see
i grow cold
and fall old
heat and repeat
whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i was told
i was sold
to a small goods shop keep
so i stacked
and i packed
and i processed the meat
whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i would scan
it would beep
i'd say hi
they'd retreat
whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i grew tired
and aware
so i walk on
from there
and alone
i found cold
and rediscovered
humility
it rained at my clothes
they melted like cheese
i was naked and beaten
cold and alone
then the rats came for me
and i fell to my knees
and i thought of the shop keep
heat and repeat
where i thought i was lost
whipped and beat
and i looked at the rats
as my flesh fell from bone
and i longed to be beaten
whipped with repeat
as i lay on the ground
face on the concrete
and my tears washed away
by the rain stomping me
i thought about grass
and the greenness of grass
where i lay
all the grass
was withered and grey
from the shop i had seen
so much grass lush and green
as my waist fell from bone
and rats called reinforcements
i felt the same all alone
without heat and repeat
heat and repeat
i grow cold
and fall old
heat and repeat
face me and shake me
tell me to see
i grow cold
and fall old
heat and repeat
whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i was told
i was sold
to a small goods shop keep
so i stacked
and i packed
and i processed the meat
whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i would scan
it would beep
i'd say hi
they'd retreat
whip me beat me
heat and repeat
i grew tired
and aware
so i walk on
from there
and alone
i found cold
and rediscovered
humility
it rained at my clothes
they melted like cheese
i was naked and beaten
cold and alone
then the rats came for me
and i fell to my knees
and i thought of the shop keep
heat and repeat
where i thought i was lost
whipped and beat
and i looked at the rats
as my flesh fell from bone
and i longed to be beaten
whipped with repeat
as i lay on the ground
face on the concrete
and my tears washed away
by the rain stomping me
i thought about grass
and the greenness of grass
where i lay
all the grass
was withered and grey
from the shop i had seen
so much grass lush and green
as my waist fell from bone
and rats called reinforcements
i felt the same all alone
without heat and repeat
minceir:
I like that, it is wistfull and sad. I think of laying on a hillside of long grass and dream of the clouds floating by where everwhere it is at peace.