Are we orphans?
A forgotten kind?
Learn to see now
Take it all inside
There's the smell now
Ohers will become
fear and mystery
indoform and fries
deep in the swarm
Hold on mother
to these shaky hands
in open waters
save me, father
from the rising flood
then one morning
we are stil... still what?
ancient torso
urging us to change
deep in the swarm
Hold on mother
to these shaky hands
in open waters
save me, father
from the rising flood
if only I wasn't so afraid

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