Smoking Citadels from Combat Shock by Tundra Toddler

Return to the folds
Of the barracks
From whence you came
We're mottled by anger
With stumps for tongues
When you sashay off your plane
Return
Return to me
Sweep my ashes with your palms
Into The Salton Sea
I can pinpoint to the date
When they riddled your substrate
With ill-fitting hats
That poured muscle off your face
At midnight in the trench
Where you danced with your friends
You smashed all your teeth
With a hammer and cheap gin
So rest your weary chin
And flutter your eyelids
Climbing saliva ropes
To the cadaver's limp grin
Hair cindered summer grass
Head reeling from the hash
Every pencil breaks
Beneath your failure's sheer mass
Return
Return to me
Sweep my ashes with your palms
Into the Salton Sea
Hurry back
Before the crack of dawn
I don't know
If there will be much left of me
Hurry back
Before the night is gone
I don't know
If we'll recognize your body
Return
Return to me
Sweep my ashes with your palms
Into the Salton Sea

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