[ Featuring the Dream Surfers ]
Send it
Stand at the cusp of ridiculous luxury
Survey the creeping line of trucks coming for me
Kneel at the altar for a quickly-cast goodbye
Steal frantically away on the sly
I am sacred
I am present
I don't trust my knees today
I integrate
Into your direction
Into your unified way
Cooled on the crust of the sprouting magma heap
Forgotten gods weeping where the new concrete seeps
Moving in satin as if I held belief
Where a grid of stones and try not to heed
This organic
F*cking shrieking
That just begs you to stop
Listen to this
Awful pleading
And hear all the backfires pop
