A Deadened and Muted Pulse Above

Grasping At Their Legs, Their Feet, Their Arms,

Dragging Everyone We Touch Down Along With Us,

Where All the Drowned Little Girls and All the Drowned Little Boys

Can No Longer See Anything but Shadows,

Can Feel Nothing but an All-Encompassing Blanket of Cold,

and Can Hear Nothing but a Deadened and Muted Pulse Above.

bonus: soundcheck scape 7/4/19 live at The Fledge