Lyrics:
This place is damp and ghostly I am already gone. And the halls were lined with the disembodied and dustly wings, which fell from flesh gasplessly. And I go where the trees go, and I walk from a higher education (for now, for hire) And it beats me, but I do not know. Palaces and stormclouds the rought, straggly sage, and the smoke and the way it will all come together (in quietness, in time) And you laws of property you free economy you unending afterthoughts, you could've told me before - Never get so attached to a poem you forget truth that lacks lyricism; never draw so close to the heat that you forget that you must eat.