Only country for non-men, lizard and I land on grief
Nothing to breathe in but salt winds, brought on by violent means
With a history of silence islands like ours tend to rip through some seams
Leveled up enough in isolation, thought we'd reclassed as leads

But see we believed freedom fit the budget. Just because none was free
Doesn't mean we'd find a path left that lead to our right to finally sleep
Our decidedly finite islet reminds of the scarcity of relief
Checked into Hotel Echo Lima Papa, we can't ever leave

Send nudes please

To Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
With primitive fixings for dirt cheap, heaven and line or hell
Definitive pity seekers need imminent blights dispelled
At negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve

Dials stayed set at eleven, hoped could find ourselves
But what comes up must go down, sometimes   with unsought help
Compelling nothing but an earless air all the time's we've yelled
Our only something shaped easements, debris of kindred shells

We'd held up hands long enough to signal god, if possible they'd see
The very corner edge that the heart forgot, of course apart from misery
Here the prominence of only harship left us a very desperate need
For accomplices, more than promises, can we count on you for this? 

Please?

Find Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Remember kids, quickly! Divert please! Hesitance might not help
Repetitive rhyme schemes hopefully serve the mneumonics well
Chart negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve

Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sixty point thirteen negative nine point twelve
Negative sì̷͜x̷̝̃t̴̫̋y̴̦͊ ̶̲͑p̵̼͝oint t̶̥͊ ̵̫͒t̵̍͜h̴͙̍i̸irteenr̸n̷̮̆ ̸̜͘ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔ň̷͔

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - -60.13, -9.12

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