Doom

Soft line, fade this shortening braid of poor wound fates
Hold young face it blurs and sways, still never age

Violent screen, petty, demure, as it rolled through the morning
All eyes feather downward
Anxious, weaned, off of the box, just said it’s not your thing
All minds slurring inward

Word has settled away from need

Cardboard meal, beautiful face, and stocks on a good deal
All rise spiral end thing
Orange walled thrills, you know that we’re safe, no need for the warnings
A line slowly bending

Oh, I wish I could track the way it feels
I said I never wished I could track the way it feels
I said I never wished I could track the way it feels

Ware tree, accede to your sport, and head of a pure green
Alive crown of some creed
Rolled free, lower the neck, and swing to the flooring
All eyes feather outward

Culled back thin, it feels like it tastes, the big mistake
Yeah, the big mistake
Said I saw that outline, cut that line, and baby banned thoughts get you high some nights, you’re live
Alive

It’s funny how I need you, damn
It’s funny how I need you, damn
It’s perfect when I leave you, damn
It’s perfect when I leave you, damn
It’s funny how I need you damn
It’s perfect when I leave you
They’ll find me in that lake soon
Few minutes and then born new