The canary sings a song it was never given to sing
Brick by brick the walls go up
I get it, sort of. Preservation is the first instinct
Watch out for the boomerang
Same with you, too. Pat. Pat
Truth is whole. Truth is never sticky
So find comfort in One. You are the One
Polish as you may,
the stain will never disappear
The grime is only ankle deep, so stop drowning
Let them flee over the edge, into the sea
Pray that the days are short, pray that death is swift
Don’t shut your eyes for too long, you may also lose sight
Fear not. You are never alone
Shhh…rest.
