AUSTERITY MODE
A dim empty road
Pretending October
It feels like much sober
Austerity mode
Forgotten the code
Less light fewer kisses
For someone who misses
A hell soaring throat
A fur-collar coat
The road has grown misty
All sounds have turned mystic
To scream a mad toad
No visits no vote
Less fight fewer faces
October embraces
Austerity mode
October 20, 2005,
Verbilky Station