If only what Was in my glass Was as orange As what’s above. But really When you get down To it, everyone Sees their own Sky. And right now, A little juice Would be so Nice considering The heavens pretty Much demand it.
Black lodge In a lightless Forest Decisions were made And money was Passed, And this place We’ll leave. Oh yes we shall. This darkness isn’t Any good for you Or I. So, staying is pointless So pointless. To be alive In the Blackness Is simply, Not much of a life At all.