255 - Vennart

Tethered to the punchline is a longing regret

A state of disassemble

Are you on a magic carpet

Are you caught in a net

Of imperial entanglement

When we’re run right out of town and we’ve got all we’ll get

I will still remember

The cold dead stare no I’ll never forget

The web of your entanglements

Out of the cracks, out of the snow

I’ll follow you down or wherever you go