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Prison Meal/Crab Meat
It's irresponsible
Heightened sense collage of sound it's getting personal
Pork fried dream of hallowed oak it's all nonsensical
Draining fluid from the joints precise mechanical
Skin is code and time is empty I feel digital
The distance, the draw, the timing, the steel
It's all what I feel when I'm confronted with a steaming hot prison meal
Crab meat......