Residents In The West Wing: The bones that beat against their mere meat cages They rot and plot and try arrays of escapes but They fly from entropy to fantasia
Camped in a land between discord and arrangement Whispers from corners that you dare not engage with Fly me from entropy to fantasia
There’s no one here who’ll keep their reason from caving We grow some things to make their transit less painful Fly me from entropy to fantasia
One day the cracks in consciousness reave your psyche And we’ll be here for you our prodigal junkie Fly me from entropy to fantasia