Deadsea

The crick in your neck reminds me it's not over
There's no escaping who you are
You blossom stood upon my shoulders
We combust at different degrees

There's no currency that can bail you out of this jail
The climate won't raze the facade

So don't cure the continents you invade
We'll trade gallows humour as we drown in the dead sea

You searchlight marks outlines
Your soft walls set strict laws