Speaking Belt from Dispeller by Ben Woods

He pulls the seams
Shouts through his heave
Bears no relief
Fosters the grief

And takes apart his parents pictures–we know that blood that’s given gives in time

They won’t believe
What they don’t see
Bent over knee
To the belt that speaks

And tastes of heat and your own fingers – the lesson that he gives he gives one time

Tied to their seats
With slow defeat
They pass the lead
Big dog to feed

The sound of every TV dinner stop cooking gives the proper sense of time

Now he can see
Those who sucked the teat
Remembered all their dreams
And fell out of the scene

Now he beats his dog like he beat the children knowing everything he could be hangs after life

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