Three houses set in stone I am bored to the fucking bone Of everything I once counted on, Something I hold close Maybe kids reap death from hybrids Of former evenly spread eyelids, Asking cautiously at their predictions Travels underground make time for other things, Including dust settling shackles to be broken free Travels over time show my head other things. Forgetting dust settling shackles; To be broken free, I'd give my days And something out of all this mess Clears my congested chest Of any remedial purpose or perception And maybe ears go deaf from silence, Maybe eyes go blind from staring at the sky too long (Not as long as it takes to show) But as long as...