digital campfire, spinning their sonnets
I get it so often
well they sold me out and called me a liar
how can I get up again

how did you get so soured
may I remind you
you bathe in what I make
your ability is worn out,
objective expired
well i’ll keep you meter-maided

we will make a song destroy

can’t evolve past certain notes
no one knows me
you should know
paint it all with certain strokes
save us all with folks who know

we will make a song destroy