Dark, The Speed-Terrace Of Grace
(Tatterdemalion Series October 23, 2015)
Me and Grace driving through the cult
She’s so sleepy and not in the mood
Her long hair everywhere
And the month is cruel
Cut the rope of you
Somethings dead in the wind
Darkness laughs
A lightheaded creature in the wood
Is hungry at us
We’re so hollow
We conjure truth
We know what we want
You better better better know
What You Want
We drive and burn the talk
The jaw of broken castles and the water clock
Seconds pass like bees
Dollars sink in coffee
Back from the hospital, the night is long
The Wawa’s dome is our vault
Eastcoast is wrong
But it’s out fault
We’re so hollow
We conjure truth
We know what we want
You better better better know
What You Want
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