Where the fence is low, and the water is rising. And the fire comes down, and the dark fills the skies in. One foot on the ledge, and one feeling for safety.
Well I guess I lost this round. The mountains have come down. I won't go where they go. Oh I'll be back around. . The hits above the trees. And we stole our leaves.
On this slip trip. Trying to get a grip from my brain I rip. Government microchip. Here I am I don't understand why. Fusion of allusion equals infinite confusion but.