Lamb
Lamb is thrashing it
Hits the rhythm section
Clears the gator pit
The winter wind sings like
A choir of inbred children
Yeah
Trails are desolate
New flu tore through the school
But for some reason, she has dodged it
This spot is miles out
In wildfire-blackened barrens
Dad said dinner's at 6:00
The same grey stir-fry
With veggies from the sad little garden
Last jump at dusk, she goes big
Half second's hesitation
Disaster's shadow liquefactive
She slams so hard
It ignites the stars
Light is leaving, there's no pain
The moments they have a way
Of annihilating what you pictured
Drink in darkness, it fills your shape
Electric epiphany, jets of terror and understanding
Long ago spring, lamb is three
It tastes metallic, and smells like drowning
Plucking burrs from her shins
The blood beads
And in the periphery
The shadow is gathering
Light is leaving, there's no pain
The moments they have a way
Of annihilating what you pictured
Drink in darkness, it fills your shape
Though nothing can be the same
The wave function's slowly collapsing
Elevation
From here we see
The wreckage of history
Progress suspended and combusting
Human hungers satisfied
Mom's breath in the thunderheads
"Little liebchen, don't you cry"
Hits the rhythm section
Clears the gator pit
The winter wind sings like
A choir of inbred children
Yeah
Trails are desolate
New flu tore through the school
But for some reason, she has dodged it
This spot is miles out
In wildfire-blackened barrens
Dad said dinner's at 6:00
The same grey stir-fry
With veggies from the sad little garden
Last jump at dusk, she goes big
Half second's hesitation
Disaster's shadow liquefactive
She slams so hard
It ignites the stars
Light is leaving, there's no pain
The moments they have a way
Of annihilating what you pictured
Drink in darkness, it fills your shape
Electric epiphany, jets of terror and understanding
Long ago spring, lamb is three
It tastes metallic, and smells like drowning
Plucking burrs from her shins
The blood beads
And in the periphery
The shadow is gathering
Light is leaving, there's no pain
The moments they have a way
Of annihilating what you pictured
Drink in darkness, it fills your shape
Though nothing can be the same
The wave function's slowly collapsing
Elevation
From here we see
The wreckage of history
Progress suspended and combusting
Human hungers satisfied
Mom's breath in the thunderheads
"Little liebchen, don't you cry"
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph D'agostino
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