On the opposite side of the globe there is an abandoned volvo made of mirrors
Where the same plants grow and same questions, unanswered burn in the black mind, as chant
How many times have I been caged for my beauty rages in stray lines a sip of hops just in time
How many times have I escaped what kind of fugitive did it did it didn't run tumble grow cumbersome hum slave hum something I can call my favorite when no one's looking
