[Verse 1]

I screech symphony at the cacophony lift

Hundreds mourn the concrete warning

Rattle-free of this, vocal regard

Questions scatter among silent branches

Disperse awareness a perception predator!

Dart your chatter!

Dart your chances, my terrain cousins!

[Chorus]

Don’t make a noise, clean off your dry rot

Take one last conducted shot

Don't make a noise, clean off your dry rot

Take one last conductive shot

[Verse 2]

Drain the sky in a fixed restriction

Sway in this direction, a coagulated bliss

Blades of glass fill this answer flight, your side eyed contempt:

Lock it away. Relaxed regalia calls for a single kind of hate

But harmonious descent calls for holy rest

[Chorus]

Don’t make a noise, clean off your dry rot:

Take one last conducted shot

Don't make a noise, clean off your dry rot:

Take one last conductive shot

[Outro]

Praying blades

Make seven sturdy meadow collectors living in snarl houses

Eight claws surround the little devout

"Hide your pentacles", "Hide your doubt"

"Bush Sage Elm Coat, Shape-Shifting Wool"

"Bush Sage Elm Coat, Shape-Shifting Wool"

"Bush Sage Elm Coat, Shape-Shifting Wool"

"Bush Sage Elm Coat, Shape-Shifting Wool"