There are topographic maps fillin’ up empty space there’s a demon fox howling your strange sounding name it’ll take all it can it’s become a theme its clawing at it’s cage in 3/4 in my dreams.
so we trudge through the first snow that was mostly rain and the mischievous ice trips you on the way to the train so you’re no longer in a rush we get closer each day and just when i get comfortable i hear him howling far away.
this giant structures gotten far too big and its never gonna change but somethings clogged up the subways and everyone’s late it’s tails are a-swirlin’ its eyes are aflame and knowin that it’s down there is what gets me through the day