We work the mind like miners
Explore the cracks, the deep fracks, the least math,

I pick axe I wish the path the tremble in a bath

I seek to relax the same way we seem stashed

the walls are reminders that we still fault the blinders

we halt the fines we undo the regulation t

urn around the signs

I burn my rights to mine
the deposits are to accumulate in a closet

spills out like the willows spring

the deter king the debt ratio
The swing states sing
The CO2 sting
The asphyxiation of a modern arraignment
Tend to the progress till we hop step in key
The bordering seas with the hoarder mentality
A derivative of i before we
The pleasantries and the lopsided memory
An effect of the stance and the hope to take it back i knot rope to tug so the warnings can be delayed from above
The top needs to certify the danger
Good thing we hired the rearranger
The lights turn out like the fight with turned mouths
What I earn seems to go south
What I earn seems to pour out
The reserve is absurd
Backing lenders by the blur
Packing lunches for the curb
The Miracle of the Suburb
And it’s slumber
Still need to check up on Mother
Still need to save for the summer
Back to the fringe
Work till you need a swig
Where all the trees are twigs
And all the seasons are now a tinge
And to find your reason you need to stumble upon a bridge