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