Smooth this into mellows.

Crawling through your nerves;

all your bricks are magnets–

I’m locomoting metal limbs,

this heart is powered autopilot–

I remember where it led,

I remember where it led: 

falling down my own trapdoor.

Your winds are so confusing,

your sunlight is so heavy;

and everyone is spying–

they won’t pass us through,

they won’t pass us through.

Draining down beneath them–

I feel you there you see me too;

such pride is rectifying–

knowing why a wandered mind;

smooth them into mellows,

smooth them into mellows.

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