Stop Motion Cyclops

  Sound the alarm for inclement reason, a tornado of toxic beliefs  Shots fired, it’s open season for those diverging from similarity  We’ll sing with our gabardine voices, striking back against the hateful storm Entwined in fear resistant noises, turn your collar to the disinformed It’s a perilous panorama, so mispronounced nowhere to hide You can’t fit in constrictive pajamas, you explode the narrowly defined  We’ll sing with our gabardine voices, striking back against the hateful storm Liberated from fatal choices, casting off I’ll-fitting uniforms  So let’s dance with our variations, shimmering in distinct beauty  Eclipsing outside negation, supernova with disharmony 

  Make a home in my name, you can live in my letters  Incubate, neon lights, wrap yourself in the luminance  Apothecary marquee, a peaceful abode I’ll watch over, blanket fort, I’ll be safe and sound  I’m not a doctor, I’m not a lodestar I’m not a circus strongman  But I can care take, I can defend, I’ll be a makeshift moon Apothecary marquee, a guardian angel  I’ll protect you, I will shield, I’ll be safe and sound  Make a home in my name, you can live in my letters  Consonants, constant tents safe haven in sentences Apothecary marquee, a peaceful abode I’ll watch over, blanket fort, I’ll be safe and sound 

  Reknit the bones, reset their tones Rehouse the known, reset the moan Reknit the bones, realize the grown Rehouse the known, realize the drone Reknit the frame, rewrite game  Rehouse the blame, rewrite the name Recall regret, reflect regret  Release regret, renew reset Reknit the facts, recode the cracks Rehouse distract, recode retract Replace the bones, reform the home The house unknown, revise headstone