I've been taking mental notes Breathing in the dust your hoofs have left
And yes, i'll comb your hair
So thin
Brittle, like your sentences
Keeping lists of when you were lively
Will you blink for me again ?
So still in your stall
Lifeless among your hay
I love you, dear
Don't be afraid to die
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole.
We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul.
And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won.
We must run, we must run, we must run.