Your heart is hard
You think your legs hurt
You smell of aching sweet success
Your head’s a supernova, and you would like
Anything to stop the pain
From your fingers
Screaming
Up-turned razor
The air is thick with karma
A sutra of the way down
Well listen boy it’s a long way down
Down through heaven’s gate
To heaven’s gate the step’s the step
The tower of pride
The devil lied