Wires wool by The Envy Corps Lyrics

One for the bourgeoisie
One for the row
The pace of the guillotine is quickening
And nothing can stop him for now

I'll be fine
Once I repatch these cables to my spine
Thinning out like a skein of twine

And in the time it took to write you this song
I could have crossed my last rubicon
But the memories of fantasies of melodies
They strung me back along

So, I want out
Put me on a train, anywhere South
I want out
I'm prepared to drink a season of drought

I'll shake off
This dense desideratum
Like a slough
All hail to a mouth sewn shut
And in the time it took to write you this song
I could've mapped a million ways home
But the memories and fantasies were fallacies
I'd missed it all along

So, I want out
Put me on a train, anywhere South
I want out
I'm prepared to drink a season of drought