I just can't take this feeling when I wake that I'm powerless. There's some old stars burning, contemplating, exploding. They're far but manage to find their way to hit home. And I predict that these gods won't hear me, No matter how loud I can say their names. I think they've been forgotten, And I am sure that I will have to share the same fate. We live so easily. I'm sure we'll all go in our sleep. I can't think of a worse way. My wisdom teeth are coming through, Trying hard to forget you, but I can't. There's dead bats in my living room, And I will likely follow suit. Landlocked, lost youth. Time stands against us. We'll hide it. We'll dive in. The less I need, the better I feel. The garbage piles. The graveyards fill.