I Made You

It’s ringing.

Get screwed into place. 

I’m barely breathing.

Hate you? 

I made you. 

Can you ask me again?

Hate you?

I made you.

Send it around again.

The cops are running the town,

with the gypsies.

I keep the blinds closed, 

I’m feeling risky.

Destination.

Abbreviation.

Rabid weapon. 

Tax collection.

I see your running the town,

with the disease.

Spread it till it doesn’t spread.

I’m feeling woozy. 

Time to break the bread, 

with the gypsies.

One was shot in the head,

Their feeling frisky.

Convolution 

Alliteration 

Armageddon 

Disillusioned

Can you hear me now? 

I’m nearly yelling.

Can you hear the flight of the sound?

Blood is welling 

Restitution. 

Conversation.

Revolution.

Causation.