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