Barren, after the heat is gone. Leaves die. In fall they'll turn to dirt and dust. In winter, we're never gonna make it. We are a virus, spread a trillion times. We're always clinging to replacements, so stop talking. This action is a lie. Even after we'd been God damned life felt surreal. In place of truth, the nest. You're never gonna face it. We are a cancer. The window pane on the hearse doesn't need a snap shot. Lying or driving? Which is worse? I don't know. The ex-potential cannonball with its heart in billiards figures either way he'll fall. Then, game over. This false pride carried away. Colored kerosene injected raw. Counting down. I ripped off scales with broken nails. Drifting away. I was afraid I'd never speak again. Meditation kills. And I'll write that pattern on your lips. It's snowing. Finding just cause. I can't. Breaking down. Remember when? Bleeding hearts. We used to care about the faceless, useless paramount. They're watching. Pretty. Find her name. Cold as ice. Sing, so colors fly and heroes sway. We are the answer.