It is far too late to roam untethered
Falling into time undone
While stricken ill we are all cast down
We see no way to know

Blind, we stagger on
As the hive has lost its fucking mind
I fall low
Too sick to look behind

Seeking an honest share of clear sky
These winds give birth to a broken dark
Far as the eye can see, rats on the wire
Will you be content to cave your deep