[ Featuring Station Wagon ]
By degrees we all are dying
Pristine and clear
Nothing rots like flesh doth rot
Thoughts and composition
By degrees it all is coming
The wave the blade the clot
Blood is the color
Of poison apple
Hits us like a brick
Fading by degrees
Nothing true
No black nor white
Gray is the
These grievances don't stand up
Muddy like the fog
Pointed like a dagger
Can't there be more light?
This minuscule existence
Jupiter is melting
Sucking it all closer
The earth is old and burning
Static like atomic bomb
Faded by degrees
Brain matter
Cold hard flesh
Gray is my
Chosen color
The ocean levels
Faded laundry
Gray is
The ocean levels
Faded laundry
Gray is
Gray is the color
Gray is the color
Gray is the color
Of this pulse
Of this pulse
Of this pulse
Of this pulse
