You caught the will of god in an iron fist
And pressed it into your breast pocket
With all the shining bits of permanence
That you’d been chipping away at
And you felt secure
Like you were promised
You were finally sure
That the reason for all this leaving
Was love and nothing more
Forget what you started with
Whatever happened to the rest
Forget what you started with
Whatever happened
Cut neck
Casually keeping up with
Killing it
That’s what you call it
What you call this
This is home
This is known
This is what you wanted
As payment for all you’ve added to the drone
I saw a fire burning deeper in the woods
I saw my neighbor burning down his whole neighborhood
Saw the smoke where he had been
Then the silhouette that waded in
I panicked
This is it
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