Drink a spoon
From this river
Play a tune
For a wicked soul
Here we flow
Down this river
Acheron
Dressed in sunday clothes
You tame us in this churchyard when we go
Mom, hey, when do we go?
Thought it over
S.m.s
Cross the river
Epigraphs
We are what we read
Necropolitan
Previous issues
Magazines
We tame in our old garage when they age
Mom, hey, when do we go?
Thought it over
In this windy afternoon
Garages sleep upon their doom
They dream of smoke
They dream the day
When all the papers burn
Burn burn burn burn burn
Burn down burn down low
Down down down down low
Down down down down low
Down down below