now that I’m done it wont be long, building harms all
that I’ve done, walking in my sleep past rows of twisted
castles, I wake from dreams in fits of laughter…
I’ve seen the changes over time, warm tears won’t
ever bring it back…
start tearing arms from giant structures, history’s null in
these golden pastures, heavy like my sweat I pedal
faster, but they’ll move on and leave their rubbish…
we’ve smelt to rot for many years, I’ve tried to hold
back the tide, try smiling drink to pasture gone, cause
warm tears won’t ever bring it back

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