Formwela 3

I know it's all thick With thunder in your throat The worst storms undead Unsaid and unchanging But taking every room inside your head Wither, wither if we don't find some light somewhere soon How am I to be To be at home with all this density embodied Everybody's density up on me Well You're home no matter where you stand Or can't stand To be Your be is unchanging But changing what it means To be Home Figure, figure we've been suffering enough now Between the roof and mythos of autonomy Everybody's density up on me Everybody's heavy with the zombie consciousness causing this stress Stress unspoken and thundering Undead and unchanging It may be Or maybe You're changing what it means To be Home 4Remember the works of sun Towering within the blue While we are stuck inside Wide atmospheres breathe and surround you