burying shiny gold dignity under sapling trees, thick tongues and saline filled eyes hinder speech

plastic diamonds represent the remains of a long-dead corpse, stand now and give your respects

it's a dark, cloud-filled sky, and we're right in the middle of it

ten thousand feet up might as well be ten thousand feet below for all we care

("i love, i love myself, i love, i love myself, my self-abandonment")

there's nothing to be uttered that gives any justice, so sew your lips together and don't try to speak

the earth and the heavens together are the only ones that can judge anyone

letting go is the problem, catch and release and catch and relaseanscatchand

the round table would be missing quite a few knights if it weren't for them

letting go is the solution, grief and relief and grief and reliefandgriefand