Another year came around Take stock of what's left in lost and run aground Sachets scattered on a tray Let the help take it away Third-person fugue state Hibernate for december, when frost bites down A season drowned and then frozen as a placard, spelling out in script: "31 days set to fuck you up hard". Four months on, that creeping sense of dread turns numb Spring has sprung and the world stays deaf and dumb Come along for a dry run - this one's just for fun.