ward off all your premonitions
of the darkness that's yet to come
where you'd peel off all your skin
and find something you look better in
the fog clings tightly to the streets
roam lines to where they lead
our lanterns have trouble staying lit
the rain returns to douse them
what's left to see?
(send me out to sea, i'll grow fins and learn to swim)
what's left of me?
(send me down to hell, i'm sure that i'll make friends)
released September 30, 2013
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