Blank Scene from Into by Bow & Spear

Here we can stay set against
What's outside our influence
Free to disservice, you've earned this

The matter's immaterial
So hoard everything you can
I only owe my enemies
Given and safely kept

So stale and graceless
Remaining so placeless
While still situated
In one frame

The matter's immaterial
So hoard everything you can
I only owe my enemies
And now I'm completely spent

Lines unwatched tend to slide
And the obligation's defined by the passion you fail to find
Half awake, wait for trains, and I still feel I'm another way
Like a visitor to my days
It's a blank scene
It's a blank scene
It's a blank scene
It's a blank scene

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