Chariot Tongues
Maybe everythings alright. Maybe all the chairs are
always spoken for. We got workers in back and the light
is on their eyes but the sadness in your face is beside
you with a grin. You've mistaken all the homes and
inspirations for the cage. How was I supposed to know
that we were never meant for this? You're the reason we
already know and I believe you can call this weekend-
mission: success, but there's a scratch across the lens.
We cataloged all our fears that you treasured and you
hoped was here to stay. This is the cut of the director
and we got scenes out of our way. When there's a scratch
across the lens, all is lost. Hey, wait... we hold our
breath as we pass everyone sleeping.
