omphalos:
the blade is me, the blade is mine
the pen is me, the pen is mine
the blade is me, the blade is mine
the pen is me, the pen is mine
kick up dust, pound the pavement, smoothing the road,
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking...

twinn chiron:
we called it four
just to keep it simple
liminal reach
between a leech and a track feature
seminal ease of a brush to an easel
rust sealed from the peel of his punch to the real

twinn zeus:
i’ll call it eighteen,
for a safety, and two warriors on a freight team,
push boxes, to inflate pockets,
your pain’s cropped in, to pull attention
to the tension, we’ve pitched in, I go into the city to pity the pigeons

twinn chiron:
christened miss listeners pandering
for four k, baby we found more resolution
in eight-hundred by six-hundred
call us old souls for playing the role
to cull ascension
fever pitch of the phoenix, i pity the pigeons

twinn zeus:
a pitiful pigpen, filled in with a harem
of vixens, claws tipped with the poisoned, noise
of revolution

twinn chiron:
and in an instant the stint of this seraglio spiked
scent of a mentioned pension tonight... contrite...

omphalos:
the blade is me, the blade is mine
the pen is me, the pen is mine
the blade is me, the blade is mine
the pen is me, the pen is mine
kick up dust, pound the pavement, smoothing the road,
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking...

twinn zeus:
living a lie, prattle the cattle,
convincing the stream to believe and survive the battle,
blades made, to polish the chattels, make them powerful,
cradle the handle and sample, the creaking amp bleeding through channel

twinn chiron:
sordid candle upon the mantle, wick or the beeswax, axe or the scandal
fanciful flourishes murdering tourists herded by wordsmiths shackled to purges
blackened purses and the sweet-toothed tongue of the turgid fervid

twinn zeus:
sabre and sword, the lore, for evermore,
intense flips and mastered a bastard gymnastics,
of practice and perfection, natural selection, darwinian
symmetry, simply put synergy’s circle and root,

twin chiron:
check marks and roofs, cloven hoofs
cursed turf of this earth, i’ll be leaving it soon...

twinn zeus:
housing a fable, singing hymns and aesop’s fables,
tables, turned legs match match sticks and brooms, i’ll be leaving it soon...

omphalos:
the blade is me, the blade is mine
the pen is me, the pen is mine
the blade is me, the blade is mine
the pen is me, the pen is mine
kick up dust, pound the pavement, smoothing the road,
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking alone
yojimbo, we’re walking.