I was wading through the floodwaters
And you were waiting out a drought
Do I have that kind of love
Is that what it would take to see this out
Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high
Turn them into a bong or a still
Looting through the gas stations
Tilling up our backyards
That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend
Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub
And what you leave behind
Is an un-corporeal monument of time
Whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug
We all go seperate and together
And as such, while I'm alive
You show me love
Show me love, show me love, show me love
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