New ancients raise rusty joints
To trace the confines of a trusted cage
The bars of which hope escapes
Like tiny younger versions of myself
In a twisted fractal that keeps hope alive, live, live

And in the way that it wills on
Layers stack on top of layers
Cemented to the unmoving husk of it all
The husk we fall in love with

Oh honey, there's nothing wrong
Oh honey, we were meant to be this way
Oh honey, take a big chunk on me, it's fine
Oh honey, trust me you should be thankful
That's not the worst I can do