in the unlikely event
  that sarcasm is an unfitting dress
  amnesia proletariat
  amnesia proletariat
  coughing up the coffins
  cotton candy coated teeth
  the reflection of your enamel
  made no reflection in our mirror
    malfunction
    these pockets were clinching
  all filled with fists
  these decibels were rotted
  in the canals of my teeth
  amnesia proletariat
  amnesia proletariat
  sharpened on the fucking hides of men
  in the full of this moon we will make amends
    malfunction
  whispered in the ear
  300MHz