Mourning Sickness

industry that holds whatever we become
take some time to learn and love your noble son
hold the palms and help the wicked ways in which
teachers roam, altough just not for everyone
oh, you’re so aligned
come that morning tide
you’ve got all the questions
locked up and signed
papers down, the turning sands are on their way
we don’t love the blacks and browns that we don’t hate
fortresses, they lie amongst the ones that have
healing skin for us and them and everyone
oh, you’re so aligned
come that morning tide
you’ve got all the questions
locked up and signed
industry
industry
industry
industry