Hey.
I can never tell you where I go.
You can never see where I will be, it might be, I might not leave.
I made the move to move what I made.
My mouth might make mouth-escapade, a great escape, and it can push this shape.
I’ll do it.
I’ll do it.
I need my mouth to maybe go through it.
I know the route, I drag the weight,
Don’t hide, my face can’t play two times, deliberate.

(Wait. Weight.
We can never stop. Don’t stop.
We can never stop. Don’t stop.
Wait. Weight.)

Hands up!
People put your hands up!
Stop the action, clog the channels,
Slowed down motion.
Wait, stop!
You cannot pass, you don’t have access.
Take the action through the proper channels
But you’d rather stop!

(Wait.)

Think.
Mouths confuse each and every move.
I push intention, but it won’t move.
I pay attention and then you move, to move, to cancel out my motion.
I’ll call it.
I’ll say it.
I’ll take my time, I’ll take the weight, and move to play it.
What is this place?
I cannot tell or spell, there’s no reveal and no translation.
Intuition undergoes cremation. Mouths sculpt ash intending simulation.

(Wait. We can never stop. Don’t stop. Weight.)

Hands up!
People put your hands up!
Stop the action, clog the channels,
Slowed down motion.
Wait, stop!
You cannot pass, you don’t have access.
Take the action through the proper channels
But you’d rather stop!

Take the action through the proper channels
But you’d rather stop!

Take the action through the proper channels
But you’d rather stop!