Wounded We

look up
can you not see the world beneath your feet
the one that glows in darkest day
brightest bright
the ones you say you’d always know
the god in your pocket is the god you’ve grown
turn around and take a whiff
the death dealing won’t stop and you’re all alone now
no more crying
no clues for the mystery van
killer riff
burn the bed pans and break the black fang
turn your eyesight out in two
turn the rivers that flow in you
bottles and bottles and bottles
break ’em
burn the rivers, boil the skies
bake the mountains that fill with lies
the songs we sing for the signs we miss
the lives we want in a deathly kiss
paltry words mean nothing now
the earth is spinning upwards, how
no turning back, no loitering
don’t hang around the mall
a baby cries
and we turn and we turn
and we turn around until memories burn
we lie and we fade
I’m sure the skies will give shade
to bring barrens and bliss
while we summarize this
don’t worship the night and let the light linger
bring doubt to the party
now watch me snort glitter

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