There's so much weight for us all.
A weight that brings us to a crawl
They can try to point out all our
flaws.

You don't know me, and I don't want you to.
I really don't care if you think you do.
You remember me, and you've thought it through.
What you decide is up to you. 

We're tired of using our limited resevoirs and feelings of significance
In an endless effort to fulfill everyone, everyone, everyone, but ourselves,
But ourselves . . . Ouselves . . . Ourselves . . . Ourselves . . . 

I'll give it one more time. I'll give it one more time.
One more. . . one more . . . just one more . . .

That's all there is in the resevoir, it can't be reconciled.
They said when there is no more, we'll part ways for a while.

Just for a while

Just for a while

Just for a while 

Just for a-- 

There's four years, five years, maybe more,
They never want to tear us down, 
Six years, seven years, and still even more,
We never want to tear them down,
eight years, nine years, it's still unclear,
But we never want to tear it down.
There's a lifetime. It's a haze,
but we never tore it down,
So it's okay . . .

Span

for meatNET, a game created for the Meat Mania Horror Jam

there's plenty of meat in iberia

Broadcast (demo)

Moon

Free fall through night
Think there's something I missed
It's a lovely view
You must agree 

Seconds and firsts
Find me wanting to grieve
But it's true I guess
What I say to me    

I wanna know what planets are    
Are we drifting out too late?
Was there something in that space?
Of where we were
Before

Teach me again
What it would mean to fall asleep
When there's a million lines to remember
Who we are 

Fight me, red dot
I want flowers and what
I can find around
But there's nothing free

Two filthy socks
Left behind on their own
But we celebrate
The things we need

I wanna feel so bizarre
Are we drifting out too late?
There's a comfort in this gaze
Taping me down
Somehow

Teach me again
Teach me again to fall asleep
Tell me the million lines to remember
Who I am

Red Dot

Calm yourself and
Do the right thing
Never let the
Colors scare you

Sit alone to
Look inside and
All these things
will make you happy

Find a way to
Navigate
This empty space
Of all you're feeling

She will help you
Find your purpose
Take her wings
And let her guide you

Seven

Day five of holiday productivity project, attempt 2.

More info at:
www.acrossti.me/forums/topic/40-h…day-productivity/

Span

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