From the Starving for the Full
Children cut from shapes of despair.
Make the porous bricks you line your bed with.
Don't ask them to repeat what you've said.
They're not really there anyway.
Hunching, dozing to the sound of homeless wind passing through their holes,
their misery rising, deflating by your side.
Oh, what a technological achievement!
To be able to see and hear so well
Oh what a picture! What clarity and pixel quality!
Said the blind people of the world.
Make the porous bricks you line your bed with.
Don't ask them to repeat what you've said.
They're not really there anyway.
Hunching, dozing to the sound of homeless wind passing through their holes,
their misery rising, deflating by your side.
Oh, what a technological achievement!
To be able to see and hear so well
Oh what a picture! What clarity and pixel quality!
Said the blind people of the world.