the spell is made of mathematics found from formulas in attics
dying parents make you absent with last words you've always had it
you've made the poison, now you stir
spill the magic in the words
there are a million different spells but only one of them is hers
waiting...
why do i always have to be the one to wait?
why do others get to be the ones to make it?
this latency is killing me
should we wake him?
we'll let him sleep, we'll make him drink
i want to sleep i want to see
i cannot sleep i cannot see
i want to sleep i want to see
i think it's turning into me
