Hangman from Fixed by Bear on Bear

(aka “The Hanged Man Reversed”)

You aim for the bullseye
Shoot your foot
Blame the gun and those Washington fucks
Thinking that you got it figured out:
Put your sneaker in the crosshair
Let the hammer slam down

A game of hangman seems fun
Till you’re the one suspended
Stigmatized, losing blood
Running out of guesses

Is everything upside down
Or is that just you?
These days it seems you’re fucked
No matter what you do
Wired to give up
When the answer’s on the tip of your tongue

You cock your ear to hear the words
Resound from god’s paternal mouth
Blooming the knots open like flowers
While out the window
Towers hang over a bottomless sky
Babels descending into hell
This time confusion just propels our progress

Not your problem
Far from a fix
You’re busy pinpointing
Where gold turns to shit

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