factories of dimming suns
wisdom won't churn itself out when day is done
question your sapience in monochrome
we were the palindromes notes in reverse
factories of dimming drones
wisdom won't churn itself out
from mice to men
it's just another blemish on your karma list
worst laid plans ever
do you need to smelling salts or delirium?
you lost your equilibrium
just give me a sign and i'll cut off the anchor from the line it's just another blip burning at too fast a clip melting down the lighthouse melting just in time melting just in time
