Jr Ewing Second Face
They knew all about design
A life not only once
Like the bastards knew all along
Crackups will shape into
Just another reason to see through
Your second (face)
The demise of every goddamn process
To tie down two bloodied hands
And a pathetic sacrifice
Limitations for conversations about death
Those things has to do with life
And the sacrifice of opportunities
A corpse is just a corpse
A material that bastards claim to be their own
They knew it all along
With no potential
Choking on our architectures
