Keene Brothers Lost Upon Us
In the holier trials, yes
Lost upon us
Stare down your throat
Into the dust
Barely breathing
from scratching and screaming
And all is immersed in perfection and curse
Just to save you
That much I surely can give you
You don't give it up
To the fool at the window
No - not you
In the flimsier fences
Built against us
Born within us
When love is not lost upon us
The outspoken terms
Are tethered and blocked off
Taking all you have learned
As an osmotic toss-eft
Being lost upon us
