arching tried to snag what wasn't mine but in due time I'll be marching but I'll lag back way behind lest I remind If i should lose my mind or die of thirst you see I'm parsing out what's left of water over time dont like this parched thing bring me hungry thirsty and desperate and I'll disappoint them all sing to all the grungy worse we devastate those who we anoint and then let fall thing is getting ugly first we call cesspit it is but after all it stems from all our shared triumphs and delusions filling up with future bought and paid with cold hard fusion my be fun for you one and all slightly amusing careful to not show the scratches and the bruising