This Is It. The Glorious Decay of Body and Mind, Accompanied By the Illusion of Spiritual Progression.

Slow down sound waves
All dials disengaged
Look away, memory
Effortless execution
Checking in changing
Rotating digital housing
Persistence, dripping
Scattered and incomplete
No luck, maybe next time it will
The visiting strangers have arrived
Merging with the earth
Balconies overhead
Stilt-like legs hovering
Time killing, sight seeing
Safe echo
Time killing, sight seeing
It's always on my mind
Time killing, sight seeing

Steep hills of green grass
Dismal color dissolution
Failsafe hand rail
Unexplained fearless sidestep
Reverse, mistake
Collision gone unnoticed

Ambient volume, precipitation
Lucid snowfall, sentient silo
Demented modem
Caught 'em, thought so
Been so addicted
Rattling so bad
Weighted percussion, whiplash
Hush now, sit back, clean up
Dust off, dust off
Refusal noted, hero created
Crooked mathematics
Die by the sunrise
Proper exit



Credits
Writer(s): John Hartin
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