The Archetype Logs

so much for all that
i think ive had my fill
no use in fighting
he bows to your will
drinking from fragmented flowers
trying to achieve your nectar
youve gone back to hive
and i choose to follow
even if it kills me
even if it kills me
such a rare treat
this skin is
the taste of flesh
and strings
you crave
the taste of heart
and tears
is all the rage
compound problems
sore to the sky
try to tear em down
but dont have the time
who cares now
whos gonna sail the world now
bring the boat
wind carry me home.