Watercolour Grey Lyrics

I) Clone Swap Seminar, on Io's South Pole

Half man. Lathe Secada died, thus causation be
concomitants. I'll empathize, like grangers melting
chocolate drip smeared on Dublin ties because your
laughing on with a memory. Laughing while I berate
myself. I wasn't there for the landslide that's coming to
terrorize you.

Up she yawns time to shake. Waking up for her new
day. Combing out her grease paint hair with a smoke
and a coffee. If your God is fake. Scarred like you on
your new day. I will come and paint your face
watercolor grey.

Maudlin. Thespian conspired. Our county fair revisions
lay red and atomized. Some pompous phrases on wine.
My combine splits the sky.

I'll be with you again.