Naysayer - Aberdeen City

Clay in a perfect suit

Shake hands, reach the womb

On your loudest day

When they laude you to tears of disbelief

You will end your life

On your knees, hide a hint of that grace

And it’s safe for now

The old houses and evening drink

Your vacations paid

By the gentle dictator you thank

You loved that life

Thrilled at the bone beneath your feet

Don’t look to brave

Don’t look at all when I squeeze your throat

And say, «My god, you’ve been so bad

Was it worth what you have forgotten?»

Skin, sliding warm

Moving curve, crushes doubt

Clay, come with us

It is time, say goodbye

Fall from the blade

To the floor, to the grave