Gathering to be seen. What else would it be
Listen to me is often said
I throw out my arms. I'll point to some chairs
This is where we'll build the future of things
Grab more wine by the neck
Like we'll grab each other's throats
We'll wash our hands down by the river
And the fish will jump right in
Fish grows past the jar
Fish outgrows the tank
Fish beyond the lake
And we'll outgrow the flood
The world descends from us
And we'll let the river carry the stones
Far from here, we'll take it all from here
Bless our mess, your blind division, airy and fleeting, and overblown, we'll leave you alone
Bless our mess, you're blind to vision, Aryans fleeing, and overgrown, we'll leave you alone
Bless our mess, your blind division, airy and fleeting, and overblown, we'll leave you alone