Mammal

Cloak me, surround me, I envision my own death The path has reached it's end And streams of gold promise nothing. This is not time. This is not time. Birds know nothing of this, it is our vanity. We create this death, we create this entity. We have c

Watch the mirror You know you're going to need it Touch the cold air You know you're going to feel it. Now you're seeing me move all of my fingers See me holding up my hand in the faltering strip light. Turn my arm, touch the cold air Touching everyt