Before the Foal Lyrics

Too well read to know my name
The cart before the foal
To strangle and the rot
Left empty on my side
Frenzied sprint towards a door
Led down a hall with no end
The lack of color and light
Made that moment last months
Seasons turn
Mouths agape
Count the hours
Mix the paint
This collection of interselves
Compulsion
A stagnant pile
Limp back and find relief
This collection of interselves
Cross section reveals
A flood of narcissism
Limp back and find relief
Illusion of stasis
Limp back and find relief
Enveloped in methodology
Limp back and find relief
Cross section reveals