Sky hung in a sulk
Speeds slapping concrete
Tears live and televised
Don't you ache?

Petals on the roadside
Murder at the bus stop
Words gone tasteless like overdone gum
And enough blades to raise a harvest

Carcass of a building
Every censored cut of mourning
Don't you ache?

The hand you shook is plastering poison
A man you knew abused his position
The currency of winking and shin splints from climbing
Don't you ache?

Post codes sworn by like sell-by dates
White noise where warning was
Thе ease of war

Forgetting to hеar it like piano in the back room of a restaurant
That confident walk that cruelty has like it knows it'll never get caught
Don't you ache?
Don't you ache?

Is there glass in your nail beds?
Is there sand in your throat?
Has the skin between your toes rubbed thin?
Have your knees reached their limits?
Do you meet the day sleepless?
Don't you ache?

The violence of maps and the futures of seeds
Ghost of the surplus, whiskeyed punch-ups
Not enough hands to count, not enough ink to spare
Not enough cloth to spread
The greet in a promise lies baked breakfast
Wet paint on bloodstains
Don't you ache?
Don't you ache?
Don't you ache?

The devil's advocate keeps pulling up a chair and don't you ache?
His client satisfied
Record immaculate