nerve scales

are you dry are you calm in the storm? do you sing with the hounds in the pound? you might throw yourself in the sound? in the wake can you save sinking towns? it blurs it out it blurs it out it blurs it out it wears me out it blurs it out it blurs it out i guess at daggers drawn shot down in flames you have a riot it wears me out in the mouth of the flies feeding on whispers on the heels of the grounds where they lay and you do not mention the war? as you burn through legends and the lores