the sirens in my head
have all blown out their fuses
and the scrolls of ancient texts
have all runs out of excuses
but river heads never stop
they never to cease to confuse us
the lines carved in the earth
can't nullify their ruses
like a stone that hit my head
and ruined all my music
and the engines painted red
that beg for me to still do this
the light that's pierced my head
has gone straight through me
don't drag me out of bed
don't assault me with new muses
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 6:16 AM UTC
the sirens in my head
have all blown out their fuses
and the scrolls of ancient texts
have all runs out of excuses
but river heads never stop
they never to cease to confuse us
the lines carved in the earth
can't nullify their ruses
like a stone that hit my head
and ruined all my music
and the engines painted red
that beg for me to still do this
the light that's pierced my head
has gone straight through me
don't drag me out of bed
don't assault me with new muses