As backwards butterflies
Eat special agent orange
In grocery store open air market
Where cattle sell themselves
A real meat market
He said he'd like to meet me
On frozen tundra cityscape
We bury our laughter
In rooms without light
Struggling to find a reason to sleep
Until the laughs are bitter
And we make promises
Bargained through half truths
Building walls to paper over
Until the red turns to white
But the reds and the blues
Never connect
So we learn corrupt racetrack stings
Over pool hall dinner
In backseat plotting
To get rid of ourselves