Such Things - Saintseneca
Composer：Zachary Clifton Little
I defy the stars above
To bash our milky heads in
Throw themselves against the wind
Then pick apart the heavens
When I awoke
I was in forever
When wind felled the oak
The saws all failed to sever
Is my I am myopia
Now I feel the same
This belly aches with vacancy
And aren't we one among the wave
His undulating tragedy
I mean maybe I could turn you on
By design you are the fire
Chewing through the lumber
Never would the wood be good
Enough to sate your hunger
Now I sleep adrift this shiftless vessel
I'll never keep the ghost inside the gristle
Is my I am my opiate
Now I feel the same
This belly aches with vacancy
And aren't we one among the wave
His undulating tragedy
I mean maybe I could turn you on
