The arguments i wonder

What they are

To hold the ball only to throw it out

Satisfy the need to hit the ball

The hands on bats are swinging all around

And all the while running yourself lower

Take to base yourself to lower things

All you need is to go chase that ball

All I need

Is barking dogs and helicopter rides into the sun

Someone took my hand, handed me a tube, and led me into an infirmary

I understand what the smell is

But in general i feel no sadness

Neurotic medicine

Ribbon medicine

Bright medicinе

In the end modernity rеars its arbitrary head again

Or a waiting room to watch itself end

In the end when I shit in the red bin

Bones in the red bin

Flesh in the red bin

I hope they don’t bother with the fence

To keep the wild dogs

From eating my body

In the end

The places I can only imagine what they are

Going still i wonder to the dawn

I know the where is needed and the rounds

And all the while the leading lows are own

All I need

Is for you to go easy on the morality

On the shit sandwich of life

All I need

Is to mean well and demean well

Figuring out that these arms maybe don’t even belong to me

All I need

The cobblestone roads

The inaudible scream

The limitless sky