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 tat 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