Lyrics:
Uh oh Apeiron
You’re pushing your luck
Still burning flame’s not enough
In the abstinence we cremated
to outrun our living on
In names, our places, on the front steps of a morgue
Getting caught kissing, as a deer and as a poor boy, I was not yet who I deploy

Birds have passage
Flying south to rest by the water
Repeating colors of fate

At night
Whisper baby to one self
Finish the blood off his ears
Clean up that loud metal mouth
A death can last reappear
Speaking through other fates ajar
A Ghost, so cold out of doors
Descended from both cats and dogs
Takes seventeen ships to reach the Fall

Of becoming
Cursed by a memory game
Losing to echoes, one thousand eyes look for change

Birds have passage
Fly to the south to rest
by the water
Repeating colors of fate

I Don’t believe in
Fantasy football
I Don’t believe in
Fantasy football
I Don’t believe in
Fantasy football wins
I Don’t believe in
Fantasy football