Swingsets And Frozen Grapes
Son, you're elusive, now settle what you can descend
The sun is nothing but the sun this time
So you believe it, and soon you let the dust come
And soon you'll report the soul as sold
Now I am the surgeon
Dividing the soul
Now I am the surgeon
Bless this hole
Some say the tides are so low
Blur to some sort of flood