@ transcribed by «!bp»
Calling spirits of the trees… it’s pushing 98 degrees…
The mountain’s ash, the river is steam.
I’m walking through a desert that stretched halfway across the globe.
I’m mounting bodies, bouncing bones… I’m coughing candy, sucking stones.
I’m kicking cans. I’m bleeding sand.
If I’m the final man to raise a glove and fight your master plan then I just
Throw my hand in.
Calling! Falling!
I don’t need a bandage around my eyes. You cannot…
You shall not steal these eyes…
