Formwela 3

I know it's all thick
With thunder in your throat
The worst storms undead
Unsaid and unchanging
But taking every room inside your head
Wither, wither if we don't find some light somewhere soon
How am I to be
To be at home with all this density embodied
Everybody's density up on me
Well
You're home no matter where you stand
Or can't stand
To be
Your be is unchanging
But changing what it means
To be
Home
Figure, figure we've been suffering enough now
Between the roof and mythos of autonomy
Everybody's density up on me
Everybody's heavy with the zombie consciousness causing this stress
Stress unspoken and thundering
Undead and unchanging
It may be
Or maybe
You're changing what it means
To be
Home
4Remember the works of sun
Towering within the blue
While we are stuck inside
Wide atmospheres breathe and surround you