The Fold-The Soft Hills
lying in a vacant lot, sucking on alcohol
there’s no way he can make it, no one’s gonna save him, it’s over
turn another headstone, memories burn up fast
suddenly there’s nothing left and you’re faced with the moment
swallowed by a blackhole, gotta get out somehow
you’re building up your last defense but the ship’s going under
oh the weight of the fold, I can’t bear
when the pendulum falls, no more cares
crawling across the wood beams, he’s staring down on me
cannot understand the meaning of his glance it’s a wonder
words are coming out wrong, nothing but empty lines
the nature of existence leaves you feeling sick, God it’s hopeless
oh the weight of the fold, I can’t bear
when the pendulum falls, no more cares
oh the weight of the fold, I can’t bear
when the pendulum falls, no more cares