Deafening darkness how do you do? Pondering a pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day? Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way After all what can I say or do now that hasn’t been done? Seems like after all these years, yes, you’ve finally gone and won The cataracts contract and now it’s a fact that I won’t be one But two in the dark sometimes is twice of the fun Drowning in the sun, the son looks up to his mother The mother looks to a bottle The bottle looks to the brother Like another opportunity to sputter out and mutter But he doesn’t speak up cause down is his bread and butter