we grew into humans, with curiosity about goodness, terror at cruelty; a language for the humming, under the nihil. wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens rejection of trust, but thirst for its wine, so on a dark and stormy night we flip the script then the vortex opens, and sucks us in, wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens so on a dark and stormy night we flip the script wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens curiosity about cruelty, terror at goodness, fighting for pole position, fighting to be beaten down, wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens we fill to capacity and burst, the last brain cell holds enough to maintain positive cabin pressure wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens unabrupt return to mushy the afterglow is sweet but sharp sharp sharp we do laughter yoga so we return to laughing but never on command wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens [Bridge] wet for the wound, dry for the sermon whispers right before the vortex opens whispers right before the vortex opens whispers right before the vortex opens the vortex opens [Outro - skippy happy mush mush aww]
