“If I knew the words, I’d sing it.”

roll her

coast her

the drown 

the flip

it's castenets 

moral fits

give me space to admit

i was lost in this

metamorphosis

collective thought

the verses wrought

a riptide

there is no space bought

that could buy the solace 

of bolstered pride

cast down the burdened idol

reveal the solid plot

the so no blessed ego here

fuck your presence 

fuck your fear

give way the fallen spiral

consequence 

is negligence

the space left festering

questioning

survival of the fittest

the principle is witness

all we have to give it 

no matter what the cost is

live it