Jungles, blankets of orange nectar
The leaves glow like a spectre
seeping into the irrigation
Greed, corrupting all the family
Why won’t he understand me?
The vials swaying, gently in his hands
Why bother staying? The scraps are taken
Hollowed out homes now, forgetting all the
Times howling away the hopelessness
Running as soon as you can
Father oh please, I’ll wear the shroud
They don't really think much about it
They’re cruel don’t even doubt it
They’ll tear the rings right off your earlobes
Night time, some peace to think about it
Stuffed into crates and counting
the footsteps of patrolmen nearby
So once you’re down here, with names a’ glowing
Come clean and purge now, in keeping with the
Times howling away the hopelessness
keeping with the sorts of news
Mother oh please, I’ll make no sounds, I’m free
That’s love, a stowaway on a boat
Come round and catch you they'll slit your throat
They won’t even have to think much about it
You won't even know the half what sink under these stars
Under the barge
When home's castaway drift afloat
A little colony of names I wrote
mother, you won’t ever know
How the manifold, it blows away
rising seas come swallow us whole, whole
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