posted on Mar, 9 2022 @ 02:18 AM
There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk.
I would grab my shoes, and then away I'd walk.
Through all the stubborn beauty, I start at the dawn.
Until the sun had fully stopped.
Never walking away from.
Just a way to pull apart.
Dehydrate back into minerals.
A lifelong walk to the,
Same exact spot.
Carbon's anniversary.
The parting of the sensory.
Old, old mystery.
Who the hell made you the boss?
We placed our chips in all the right spots,
But still lost.
Any sh*thead who had ever walked,
Could take the ship and do a much finer job.
This fits like clothes made out of wasps.
Aw, f*ck it, I guess I lost.
The parting of the sensory.
Carbon's anniversary.
Just part it again if you please.
Carbon's anniversary.
Who the hell made you the boss?
If you say what to do, I know when not to stop.
If you were the ship, who would ever get on?
The weather changed for the worse.
And came down on us like it had been rehearsed.
Unlikely hope, but change will surely come.
It'd be awful for most, but really good for some.
A four year trip to the exact same spot.
We pulled the trigger, but we forgot to cock.
At every single shot.
Aw, f*ck it, I guess we lost.
Someday you will die and somehow something's gonna steal your carbon...