Blake's on the farm
Twenty miles outside the storm
Can't use the phone
They took it away
Shadows that burn
Cussin out the neighbors faces
Shaking their bones
They get erased
It is right
So long
I will keep
My lips from closing
Sticking out my arm
Trying to find the butterfly places
That's not my charm
Just a way of trying to deal with shit
Formulate the plan
Running through the chemical spaces
Darkness abounds
Trying to breath underwater again
It is right
So long
I will keep
My lips from closing
It is right
So long
I will keep
My lips from closing
It is right
So long
I will keep
My lips from closing