colors of such that our eyes were burned and gold boughs from which to hang oneself we ve got reasons like the seasons ringing we ve got weapons without name mirthless though dressed up in comedy the screen s glow is hiding the mammon beast we ve got reasons like the seasons ringing we ve got weapons without names it s cauterized the senses that allowed us real life the carrot is how we avert our eyes and in time we re willing to lick and to contrive we ve got reasons like the seasons ringing we ve got weapons without names spending in digital atmosphere smiling as we ve learned to love the stick we ve got reasons like the seasons ringing we ve got weapons without names choking back emotions into character armor the wizened paw of crom is a hanging off his leg his ribs are sticking out like a leather birdcage he s aged so many years in the past few days oh crom you re such a good dog ease his pressure lay down weaker gasp and shudder and never stand up again cannot feel them cannot feed them cannot hear them as the dogs they bale and whine i am weak we are all weak but i m not as weak as you with a dead dog in your arms raise him colder to the sky raise him colder to the sky the wizened paw of crom is a hanging off his leg his ribs are sticking out like a leather birdcage he s aged so many years in the past few days oh crom you re such a good dog ease his pressure lay down weaker gasp and shudder and never stand up again cannot feel them cannot feed them cannot hear them as the dogs they bale and whine with a needle and its tip to suck the life and starve the dog the boy is lying on the floor raise him colder to the sky raise him colder to the sky raise him colder to the sky