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I struggle to get the food through the door
I am stuck
To the trick
Dirty
Trick
One man holds the ladder
The other paints
They stitched the gun to our hand
Like a leaf
Curled up in the front door
It fits perfectly
Bang
No one spoke
No one looked up
We should have known
Tricky
Tricky
Tricky
Our words like concrete chipped
Compromised
The decision levelled off like dust
Which sticks and blows away
It will always be so
It will always be so
We search for powder
Any powder
As fast as we can run
Such shame
Snuff it out,
Snuff it out! Cries Alice
We can’t breathe
Stuck sticky tricked
No forward
No back
The red van follows
Crown
Record
Management
And we know
We know
The Red Queen
Played us
Dropped us like an egg from the broken window
The blanket sparks
Blue electricity
In the night
Like a pulse
Bzz
We are stuck
Ticker tape screaming
Tears making the scissors impossible to hold
We are stitched to the gun
To the Red Queen
Stuck sticky tricked
I see her.
We are not real and too real
I don’t know what to say to her
I don’t know how to stop her crying
We hang our heads
Hang ourselves
It’s just us I say to Alice
Just us.
