The reaper ran out of madness
The children sing visceral with milk tongues
You need to understand here is jaded red
You drown if you care and I am tempted to
Will be condemned as apologist
though I never apologized for awareness
I cracked open a shadow crammed it with revelation
made it haunted now it hunts the light
of the greatest fire in the new city
Brooklyn exponentially rich and it keeps you cultured
and outraged by the opportunity deleted
This time and space information flux
where you belong is what you stand for
I stand in the middle of the stream
while the currents choose their destiny