Aking New Clear Season
You and your sentimentals will be carried safely back to sea the dry shore will be flooded with watered down bodies it's written in our nature still aimlessly meandering resisting the pull for the wrong reasons
dragging my feet through buildings on a long enough line of time survival rated drop to zero throw your typewriter out of the window
our pageantry is diluted by the forces that be our god-like shortcomings nurtured with grandeur it's poisoning our children steer clear of the fountain and celebrate a brand new, clear season it seemed as if drowning would be an unlikely remedy
