Lamb Song

Outside
Going forth rite
When the panic finds another shape, will I?
Eyelids
A perfect fit
Nothing finds shape like the iris
I decide

Sail away
Winded sanity
We're not dead today
I decide what hinders me
The sails sink, down the bottom
Cornered by that useless artifact
Take my skin
And leave pieces of me behind

We'll never forget
What we've seen here

We'll never forget
We've never seen
The shine behind
That poet's eyes

Sail away
Winded sanity
We're not dead today
I decide what hinders me
The sails sink, down the bottom
Cornered by that speechless, warm tract
Take my hand
until the bullets quit flying by



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Peart
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