the right to be at base
the howls ingrained have blown
more of our plants have sunk in depth
and our eyes have fought the dark
i like what i have not seen
and it bids me to change
change my hollow mind
my phantom gloss
every time it rains i run
if you throw storms i'll run
and hide into my idle talk
and walk on saints and stone
i cannot change if your just a test
i'll bleed of honesty and sense
and i wont come down to ask for green
i'll walk with mood on wood
buy jackets that look good
and live on dreams again
dreams that'll never carve the sun
you and i have not become anything
i hide in the sparks and wonder whether
it'll be right and true and easy
if you are driving
if i'm a roach
i grow cold
and wait for you to launch
and wait for you to laugh
tho i'm not waiting at all
because either way
you're fucking late