Porti - Gable

You have ways to look at things

And see them well, and see their strings

And it can harm, Oh hear me beg

To break an arm, to break a leg

Fill up my socks with paste and rocks

Up to my knees.

And it can harm.

You hold keys that lock you in states

But you are told not to touch keys

Until weird beings come come come…

It’s dry you, suck cool drinks from a straw.

You’re late, but you’ll catch the time.

You suck not only blood but time.

You’re late, but it’s not worth a stroke.

You suck everything that has taste.

You’re late, I guess we’ll have to wait.

You suck and suck so much that now

You’re late, my luck your cake.

Good, but it can harm.