Endless trips, you shut me down
The fear in me begins to frown
Nightly wonders left for me
the only things I'll ever need
No more time for games to play
Even dead dogs can have their day
Faults are splitting and gods decide
how the children won’t have to hide
Fallout shelter just won't hold up
Spit church’s wine into His cup
Tasteful firsts and doubtful lasts
refill the memories with the past
Captains cry for their dying steams
cries that echo throughout life’s dreams
And even though dead men don't rise
we secret the ones who prevent our demise
Painful veins and golden spoons
kill the elephant in the room
Facedown and proud, sinking blues
You can't swim with cement shoes
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