The obvious situation is that we all have something very special layer before us. In the end I know you think who’ll be there when they lay you down
Who will come to know you at this last place
Who will visit a land that holds not you but the bones of a friend
Rotting turnips who we all wait to ring a bell.
Ghosts are all around us eventually
Let’s haunt each other as we breath.
Let’s build a day in our skin
Whatever it takes
The men who had the other men
The leveling of the light.
The leveling of the light