until i've been in a hole for a long time or along the 
waves moving seas in a chase, before the evening closes 
in the hole, it's a still shadow, or maybe just a punch 
in the face, when retold, you can hear how all, the 
guns went off, stirring as they popped, and with that 
moment i would tell you everything i want, i'd just 
tell you all, but what's with the world and all, the 
visibly clear isn't adding up, maybe tonight it's that 
they're setting up some war with anyone well, it grew 
up that fast, started taking the hole by the grasp, the 
strongest hold, fire warming my arms, puppet showmen 
perform, from the roadway behind us it projects along 
the wall, but if we accept that scene is all we know 
and gold is cloudy and dull, what exists outside of the 
hole, well i think i will try to turn and dodge, even 
face forward, to tell you all then you showed them all, 
did it clear and now you can't even, bury the light, 
will you set it up, some war with everyone, you'd count 
waiting start, carry the light, were you setting up, 
all the shocks are in the endings along the wall is 
this meaning we're stuck seated, beneath the floor as 
legs run by, we accept it's a seated row, necks chained 
move slow...couldn't see if you failed at all, but did 
you have it all, wait for the moment, somebody told me 
i'm over thinking it all did i hide it all, way before, 
coming close, to vaguely recall, and if i have it all, 
passing by, hearing steps, it can't be them running, 
did they always go flailing around, a scenery change 
and some favorite sounds would mean it's always old, 
way better off, somebody should've told you you're 
over-thinking it all...when you have it all, a lazy 
town, cutting it close, racing around, and if it's 
always old, tap your toes, pretty soon you will be 
where you want, until you always go, leaning down, 
scenery shakes, new and bright with clouds, nowadays 
we're always told, we're way better off, and brave 
against sorrow, you can be bold...