Ethyl from Harbormaster by Stringhead

stories about the way that things were
they don't work anymore
you got tricks up your sleeve
i don't play that way

i watch from the outside
close all the windows and turn off the lights
keep them away
leave me alone to be inside my brain

wrap me up in your blank ethyl words
moving around like the worms in the dirt
the shit in the earth that makes
empire squirm and the
eye of the storm eats the
animal swarm and the
things that i've sworn threads the
clothes that i've worn and i'm
all alone

but people are weird and people are happy
the world is a joke but i shouldn't be laughing
i'm animal, a foreign pair of eyes
above and below as the black eats my mind

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