There is no binary understanding
These wolves can breathe but talk is fucking cheap
No one breathes for anything but flavors of the week
From coast to coast you will find me here in this coup alone
For years we’ll roam
These are our hours wasted afloat

I swear to God
My minds made up and my feet stand still
I have no love for these creatures and I never fucking will
Counting blessings and cheap rhetoric
I swear you'll never live to be part of this
Spineless, faceless, bold, and basic
Spineless, faceless, bold, and basic
Spineless, faceless, bold, and basic


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