Who knows what the Dropper’s out for? Erasure and preparation. “Only two sir” “Only two left align” Swing on a swinging thing Down the burning lie. A tragic hero’s god-son He’s been incarcerated “With the two sir” “Now they’re three, four, and five” Drop down the door Slide the lock in the frozen night Dream of their dreams Let them turn yourself in. Dungeon the dunes Jail every grain of sand Put them to work In the giant hourglass.