Neat Storms

Can't call it cool
Just breezing through
These neat storms

Don't feel fine
Fetishizing
The dead and the dying

Got great growth trends
Sacrificing
Certain niceties

Could drag these teeth
Through pleasantries
And creek muck

Do you know?
Does it show?
Does it show?
Do you know?

No nose blood flow
Cauterized clean
Sweet smoky meat steam

Tack thistle fog
To thick cricket drawl
Embalming the dusk again

Four-fifteen years
Feels nostalgic
In a chic light

Take twenty two
Proves to be
A grim hue

Did you know?
Did it show?
Did it show?
Did you know?



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Homnick
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