Calibration - Omar Rodríguez-López

Underneath her shells when bitten laugh your brittle carcass wrath

Every time you make me hear them I grow distant and opaque

Your core stability that pleasures, have you the patience to commute

Through a traffic you have driven from the buffalo you shoot?

I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue

Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth

I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue

Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth

Build a cripple’s switch won’t mention, every stair-step marks your back

The flesh I tasted stole remission, cackle that breaks your mother’s back

Give me all the bout that’s pissing, poke the back and watch it crack

I am the last of all your prisons, enemy acquaintance past

I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue

Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth

I have to warn you that I haven’t got a clue

Stones they keyed adjacent, made of only half the truth