I was wading through the floodwaters. You were waiting 
out a drought. Do I have that kind of love? Is that what 
it would take to see this out? Hold your empty 
disemboweled gas tanks up high. Turn them into a bong or 
a stillÂ… Lotting through the gas stations, tilling up our 
friend.

Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub, and 
what you leave behind is an un-corporeal monument of time 
- whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, 
bus, or bugÂ…

Â… We all go seperate and together. As such, while I'm 
alive, show me love!