Hello - Division Day

Of all the things you hate the most

This echoes more above

Of all the wrecks you’re loathe to watch

This paints em all up pretty

Of cold collapse, of comatose

Of sixty years of acclimation…

Sewn up, but cut up good

We’ll suck the air the same as you

Do you love to run, do you love to run?

This coils up nice and tight around your ankles and screams hello

You saw them riflin' through your shit

Take em out

We couldn’t get out fast enough

We made our graves there