Axiomatic

If and when my voice was splitting we fall to come to get with you cracking heads that smile refracted a song slips past a cage—the rent gets paid never felt so sane we fall to come to get with you something in the gut is tearing a uniform for mocking freedom if and when a well lit coffin rumors of a new dawn breaking take you name never felt so sane we fall to come to get with you a pile of bread and a heap of blankets an x-ray of a hand that's signing a lease on life between the badges the vehicle is fit and sterile brave like eggs never felt so sane we fall to come to get with you we're in the maps—we're in the phones we're in the waving hand tuning the reflector on the identification cards we're in the tire tread—we're in the filament to give us confusion to state the obvious