Standard (EADGBE)
I was wading through the flood waters
You were waiting out a drought.
Do I have that kind of love? Is that what it would take to see this out?
Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high.
Turn them into a bong or a still
Rooting through the gas stations, tilling up our backyards
That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend.
Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub,
and what you leave behind
is an un-corporeal monument of time
whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug
We all go seperate and together. As such, while I'm alive, show me love! Show
me love! Show me love! Show me love
And end on E