These days I'm burning up in the atmosphere. Colliding with rivers that swell in the blink of an eye. Through the clearing I see disgruntled punters and ice cream vans piled miles high.
Someone put a hex on my home town. Run the pavements dry. Wolves filling cracks in their chimneys, old blood staining their ties. There's no harm in crying. Everything you held is gone. We urge you to find a little peace in the speed of this fall. Dislocate yourself before impact and swallow the world whole.
