We Still Have Legs - 31Knots

Postitioned so

We’re given no

Limitations

Thus we’re faced

Self-opposed.

Of expectations

Something about the process

of bleeding blood.

Making up a method

Holding on

Carry on

Crooked corpse

Carry on

Stupid cunts

We still have our arms

We still have our legs

We still have our hearts

We still have our friends

We still have our lust

To want more than we’ve got

We still have our doubts

That it all won’t work out

We never knew what we were

Until we wanted to be such sad facts so says we lost our faith

We know the world is crooked

But we must make good

Carry on you crooked cunts

Carry on you crooked cunts