Centrifuge

On the meridian of time There is no injustice There is only the poetry of motion Creating the illusion of truth and drama At 23 I feel like burning At half mast my flag within time All of you crap you keep on turning At half mast my flag within time Osmosis there still is And here and there articulation But at the periphery the veins are varicose And the sun bleeds like a broken rectum At 23 I feel like burning At half mast my flag within time All of you crap you keep on turning At half mast my flag within time And the light waves bend At 23 I feel like burning At half mast my flag within time All of you crap you keep on turning At half mast my flag within time