It'll burn a hole right through this town.

All the animals will feel this in their cages

it'll mix with minerals and backbones

to go home and reflect how they tore this building down you ask for more.



It'll last past a century of soil

Icarus will see it on his way up past the arrow

I understand now it is a color these are the people I group together pre-curse

the letters and the postcards that you sent

my eyes are open sliding your tongue across the paper produces effects

that resemble weather that resemble weapons

and the postcards that you sent my eyes are open.



Dig a trench with megaphones and pirates

everything will change when you pull this boat ashore.



From wheels to motors