Margin For Error

I know nothing
That is the one thing I know
The war is over and you have now ground
Me into a fine dust

An elegant sigh from you now
Spark of the etcetera plus divine
Indebted still, unto your flesh
Empathy blooms

Your moral gymnastics
And lack of concern for all the drama
Embedded between your legs
We will be kept forevermore

Invitations of comfort
Where your tapestries of profanity are now spun
A sin so great, the stars themselves fall from the sky
And I can hold it down upon the floor

In a demonstration of my blunt power over you
It's just a thought don't be alarmed
You're still decorated in my deepest affections
Only, my cheeks are clenched oh-so tight

Are yours too?
My cheeks are clenched oh-so tight
Are yours too?
My cheeks are clenched oh-so tight

Are yours too?
My cheeks are clenched oh-so tight
My cheeks are clenched oh-so tight
Now watch tusks curl
Back to my skull
I know nothing