08.03.2022
Keep Your Fridge Full
You like it when your day peppers you with ashesI like having my day ended by trashmen
By their noise
Yeah, by their noise
You like it when your day peppers you with ashes
And the soul sits unfolded on the plate, giving off labour-camp vibes
I carry myself, my slave, self-nigger
Stop slumping, and stop carrying that stuff around
Stop slumping
Each seeks their own
A place to hammer themselves in
Each seeks their own
I’m not dark, I’m soft and wearing a nice sweater
I’m a thrift shop for all my families
I keep my fridge full
No longer communicating with the neighbors, contemplating
I keep my fridge full
Stop slumping, and stop carrying that stuff around
Stop slumping
Each seeks their own
A place to hammer themselves in
Each seeks their own