Waterer's Pine Video (MV)

I'm found snookered in the concrete
With eyes locked on raster type
Will I ever look out
Blind smuir for the hell of it to leave me on the freezing ice
Thin sheet I plunge deep
But would I choose to climb out
No hier
Thick hide
Wet hair
Blind smuir
Roots pulled
Upright
Sleep by
Tall pines
My hair grows
I don't grow old
Cold feet
Missed step
Fall in
Pace back
Paid by
Daylight
Pale skin
Bagged eyes
So cut it off
And cut me out
Blind Smuir for the f*ck of it
Sastruga sheets to lay at night
Nothing's safe under corniced ice
Just less wind for thin hides
It's facing the trade off between boredom and death
Its dreary eyes, weighted walking up mismatched runged steps
To an oligarchy, dubbed hierarchy
Coloured rose by stability
Freedom may be shade, But its dismissed as a flag
All my hair grows
Weaved right, it won't feel long
Sastruga bedding sets the mood
Now blind smuir will set for you