It's all winding down with a tremendous whisper
cold secrets and colder innovations being made on the other side of the tracks
I don't see it anymore, although you claim to
I won't hold it hostage to a visceral concept, my hope is that neither will you
A wooden desk being sat at in attempts to reek a silent havoc and what you can't remember doesn't make for artistic royalties
but maybe someone will see the license and present you with a fair amount of engaging rhetoric and you can sleep at night
wouldn't want to walk into the woods with you but would feel more than comfortable exhuming your bones and decorating my garden with them
Make it your last exhale on that soft pack Winston your last
I'll pretend you are a human being
you can pretend that too if you like.....
Fogs rolling in
I guess you'll be shipping out
bring this stick, needle and can of nitrate with
you...
I wouldn't want you to get lonely.
