Hibernation For A Hyper-Nation

Metal taste
In small mouths
Mouths are caves
Caves and sewers
Metal taste
In small mouths
Mouths are caves
Caves and sores
All guts have
Receded
From one last
One last vice
Etch your name
In the fog
Of morning glass
Put out the lights
Sleep all day
Sleep all year
For all you care
I’m not here