Operation: Work; Lift-face Lyrics - Folly

Hand-fed triumph, spoils. 

Battles which you cant recall fighting in. 

This fancies your fit. 

You've settled down for a long winter's nap; 

Simply grown tired of cheap thrills, but it's been years upon years of craving simplicities. 

Oh, the knavery / depravity! 

Sentences become paragraphs become novels on cold fronts, warm backs. 

And this town needs an enema. 

I'll pass the time with a rhythm and a rhyme. 

That rhyme needs a good once over, but I'm no joker. 

I've seen people explode. 

Pieces! 

You can't kill what's already dead. 

Subconscious white noise mauls prose. 

Odd, superflous sounds. 

This is a physical challenge, well-beyond a double dare. 

Commit to a legacy. 

On with all the fireworks and the parades. 

God-willing a momentum of silence. 

Silence! 

It's what we'll all eventually have in common