Lyle speaks

[Verse: Karhlyle]
Summer is the time of year for fun
Dumb plans numbing agents and sheer activity
Personalities mumm under drugs like saplings under snow
Dead right now but threatening to grow
Kids now, kids once, kids once again
An eternity of jittering
Feet always scooting and squaring
The end of spring, a harsher thing, not the forever young, but forever being born, the forever finding and creation of form
As you blossom thorns trickle out of your skin, splitting your complexion like freckles
You tremble, beautiful yet fawnish, hoping to be let off the death toll
If not for us, then what does our family enrichen the soil for?
What is nothing, who can be nothing