oh, sweet consequence

running backwards through our mazes
by a metronome we didn't wind
glassy eyed vacant stares towards nothing...

all the ideas we'd hoped to hide
the consequences gift wrapped in power lines
all of our fears traded round on the dollar

we all deemed ourselves responsible for
meeting the deadlines on our calendars
cursing it's name for not meeting us halfway

2 am

interviews

rusty string

the roots, the leaves