on the cross, there’s a centipede
& i think he followed me,
to the depths where no one’s seen
rose thorns on the effigy

thunderbird, yea i spread my wings
open eye, & it always sees
bering strait, imma cross the sea
let go, & now i’m free

like, won’t you dance with me?
fall apart right at the seams
everything’s not what it seems
underneath this arc of dreams

it’s just a dream, just a dream, a dream
just a dream, not a dream, a dream

it’s just a dream, just a dream, a dream
just a dream, not a dream, a dream

Effigy

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