We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed

Reves douces
reves douces
nigga this is not a drill, get ready
they think you bullshitting (please and thank you)
For the sweet brutality of the mediocre cult prone Blueblooded I loved through and threw
By letting him remain a stranger, by keeping him at a coiled distance
Does music have to be pretty or true or close to brace
yourselves. Assuming you've held on this long
For folkways, not every premonition makes it into dreams yet they're all coming
true