Ups and Downs, The song makes it last, It calls, to those with the frailest past Of wrongs and rights,…
Demarcation is de jure Gerry gives its own rules Mason and Dixon each have their own lines Babies for bibles…
He sits quietly at the table Thoughts are fading whispers, blending with the surrounding They don't know he's unstable Mental…
Galloping along the fevered road Chronos calls us still Instincts say it shouldn't slow Others feel terrors thrill The night…
Seeming in the multitudes These lights, are, quite oddly hued They snap and click like fireflies Moving between, the lows…
He collects a strange assortment of things things no one else can see they sparkle, glow, and live with glee…