A Street Scene

I'm sure you can make it,

Flip side while nothing changes.

I run past your street: deserted,

Fading like I'm your fading friend.

Incision,

Carved out.

No traces,

Of doubt.

I can't extract the truth;

You know it.

But what you give you get,

While this place spins

Like a heavy doorway.

But you've seen it all.

Pretence,

Rip this town.

You turn my world,

Upside down.

Incision,

Carved out.

No traces,

Of doubt.

I can't extract the truth;

You know it.

But what you give you get,

While this place spins

Like a heavy doorway.

Gather it around.

You built it up

So tear it dow