wretched earth love
my frozen hands hide, you

out of the war
writing news home
from deeper inside my grave

a piano she grabbed
from a vice admiral's land
cramming me in, letters of fire
i'll never band

leading the end's
that the man hasn't learned to bleed

the eyes of beneath traitor
crawling together
saving the sun's hate
to fall upon us in surrender

2025

my access points are hot
and tipping to washington

i am mil spec
this is another form of breach

no i wanna fall in love