Flimsy in Grief
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The episode explores themes of grief and rebirth through poetic imagery and musical expression.
In the cold of the mountain Life can stay safe Cryogenic mansion In the wake of heat wave Be there to pry me loose To mourn to golden Unlock the primordial Send new life in motion Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief We pay We pay Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief The days are insane now As the liquid sweats us out A broken chain is mended By the waterspout Watch all the newly born Adjust eyes to the dark In the deeper channels A newfangled ark Speak through ice and laughter The nation in graves Or so they say through the walls now So flimsy in grief Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
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