 Yeah, no refuges I can see Floodwaters in my senses, slow in every sentence Entrusted in astral music as a form of blessing Assessing all my blessings, and searching for eternal weapons To support me through this journey in which I am stepping Always running myself down, cause it just crept in the door I don't know how to keep out the subjects I choose to ignore Answers is what I implore, but questions is what I enjoy