Tekster: Harvard. Hallucinating the Horse.

He was afraid of what they may say
So he keeps it down
He was the blame, he was the naysay
Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
Wonder how

I suppose
I suppose we make a toast
We can make it on our own
I suppose we know
Medicine makes us

Be cruel, be fine
Be ready, be mine
Be a hole in our side

Always and forever, never say forever

He was afraid of what they may say
So he keeps it down
He was the blame, he was the naysay
Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love
Wonder how you left alone the one thing you love

Love me for who I am, not where I've been
Eyes are late, we're so strange
Strange days

What you mistook for
Waiting for a chance to breathe
Are you there?
Are you fucking listening?

A bounty of slaves
Amassed in waves
For the barely scene
For the branded teen
For shadowing skies
And the whites of your flexing eyes

Lifting the blisters
The quiet earth
The Stenographer
The more I care she sings
To sing something
Sing something