When the owl breaks the light beam in

A nights dream ride. am i seeing in slow

Am i driving too fast for the sound to

Finally break past time spent following

Straight lines to death

Behind my eyes in a parallel sky she

Belongs in the shapes in the clouds try

To take me to the grounded ones

Skyward there's a fog that casts a

Planetary haze to hide the white lined

Aggression in our eyes

In a season of collapsed lungs, there's

A dark holiday and we are following

Straight lines to death