Seeing as
Tired won't rise,
to be anything more
Blurred lines
Echoing eyes,
Vacant answers the call
Lifeboats growing old,
Staple-fixed to the shore
How about a story?
That's the wrong way to die
That's the wrong way to die
Lucky you,
Sandchild,
Growing old
Staple-fixed to the shore
If your life flashed by
You'd watch just for the gore
Feeding on, you're feeding on
Feeding on the waste.
I know it never rains,
But be that as it may,
That's the wrong way to die
Floating in the calm,
Pulling on my arm
Unbeknown to all these wondering eyes
Keep the water warm,
You're still before you're born
Unbeknown to all these wondering eyes.
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