The Morrison bridge is down tonight Looks like we're getting our toes wet To cross through to your side of town From what I can take of the Willamette Superfund Clean up the waters below Portland From nuclear waste and radiation How could I learn to swim When heavy metals weigh me down You'll keep me light as the wind The zephyrs stop me from drowning Superfund Hope you've warmned up the dryer Core temp Raised it up by the fire Ah ah ah I never try to go too far Onto of the west side of town It's not that I don't have a car it's just that it's too much like my hometown Super fun Transit stops and reservations Super fun Just like Ahh-ah-ah I guess it's okay if I get one last summer with you Wash the radiation off my skin On the banks of the river with you Superfund Clean up the waters below Portland From nuclear waste and radiation Ayye ayye ayye

157 days until I Can see the sun again I’m dreaming of crossing state lines To feel some warmth on my skin I’ve tried all I can think of Lost your flash drive in the mail I polled the internet agora Is there a drier version of Hell Damn the rain Growing sprouts and onions in my drains Would it be faster if I Reverse the flow of time To travel backwards to when I was a drier time As an outlier in your data Messing with your trends There's pollen on a warm breeze I hear there's rust in your lungs Drying clothes at checkpoint firewalls Send your JPEGs across I checked the satellite connection Swallowed the transmitter pill Your sarcastic posts on the forums answered: It’s dry in the Elysian fields Would I see you sooner Progress the flow of time To travel up to when we Could see a summer night Oceania has fallen From the skies Surround ourselves with water Hope to swim through July Oceania has fallen Down from the skies Waters freezing, let's jump in Why wait till july

Who is he that has been brought forth Into this treacherous world Bitter deliverance for The ragged Common Folk All will sacrifice life and limb For the gift Of Lemonhope Imprisoned child, finally freed This yellow Ulysses Do the faces of your people haunt your dreams? Wayward hero on your Lemon-feet We will rally at the castle For your Lemon-glory Lemonhope, oh Lemonhope, Take your rightful citrus throne Lemongrab would try to slay our messiah To defeat the vicious Lemon-duke How can this bittersweet child Save the hearts of his people with his flute? What gentle sounds from your heart Could shatter this fragile monarch? Gloried knight, rest assured Your martyrdom awaits Who can hear the call of need When your people must be freed Do the faces of your people haunt your dreams? Wayward hero on your Lemon-feet We will rally at the castle For your Lemon-glory Lemonhope, oh Lemonhope, Take your rightful citrus throne Reject the mantle of hero Harp in hand your learn to sing Break free from these castle walls Do you run from destiny when it calls? Do the faces of your people haunt your dreams? Wayward hero on your Lemon-feet We will rally at the castle For your Lemon-glory Lemonhope, oh Lemonhope, Take your rightful citrus throne Part 3: I've kept myself away here Faraway Corners of the mind In my ivory tower I've grown a grey beard in my time The dead land gives it secrets To the leavers of the light I seek greater powers, and the mastery of my mind (Is it) Exile Truth seeker Is heartbreak your pursuit If you cut off Your connections What's left of you? What does it matter if we all get what we wanted ? (What does it matter) if it don't end my suffering? And we trade it all away just to sleep sweetly Without any memory of you I wander through the dead malls The drought fields And the mire I hide myself among them And sing my grave songs In the night For I have found a quiet here No more signals from the skies All this time to think here And none to share my time Is it exile Truth seeker Is heartbreak your pursuit If you cut off Your connections Then what's left of you? What does it matter if we all get what we wanted (What does it matter) if it don't end my suffering? And we trade it all away just to sleep sweetly Without any memory of you So I'll send my letters to you Written in the finest scrawl This new world is amazing, it's true But I wouldn't trade it at all Is it exile Wanderer Your truth is your pursuit Promise You'll come back With what's left of you What does it matter if we all get all we wanted What does it matter if it don't end my suffering And we trade it all away just to sleep sweetly Without any memory of you We trade it all way just to sleep sweetly

Meet me at the bus station After dark on Malencon The fuel cells burn in the street protests See you dance in the fire free zone Hand me letters in your Cyrillic slant To say you'll only love me when the war ends We'll hit the ansible on the electric grid No interference for the next five districts They city's our if we want it Give our love to the rest of your country Made my bed in burnt out shells Pull me out into the street dances I fell hard and bid farewell We're free to love; we're the lucky ones Bid goodbye to the flateline American skylines For the torsades wound in your skies Burn the flags off the roof of your apartment Leave behind all the Western Death Cults We're free to love under peaceful skies Over Western Eschatology Over Western Eschatology Over Western Eschatology Over Western Eschatology Over Western Eschatology

Check the wires on the simulation To see if you’re online, or out tonight About twice a week i check in on my Personal torture device IT’s a miracle i've managed to stay alive Nothings connected but phone lines Wish to see you in blue light I look up and you’re offline I'm away Or am I lonely Whisper your name The space between phone lines Wish I could see you on my cell phone Instead of meeting AVIs send the message across the tight band And we can keep it private Heard your message on the fiber optics A thousand miles from rural Oregon "I'm resting well, and living alone But I'd rather not live here in my basement" I'm away Only alone when were online Meet at my place After we've cut the phone lines

it profits little for the idle hero to spend his days just killing time TV dinners and video games all my fire's burned away far from my youthful prime in my glory days i'd fought against the best I'd ever known the Fire Count, that terrible lout and his friend Evil Ocean all fell fast before my blade a giant bear was even slayed the righteous work was finally done but if I could trade away all the battles I had raged I'd be younger, and better still I worked and made no difference I did all I could to fix it and in the end, evil had won now depravity I'd seen, none so far as the Lich King full of evil, hate, and scorn it took all that we could offer, Sienna and I we had to conquer evil and evil reborn only a fortnight had went by before some sap had went and died brought down low in the mouth of a dragon and the princess we had saved was unceremoniously awayed by trolls and goblin men Every day I sat and saved couldn't make the world more safe evil returns and I've saved no one my victories add up little if evil minds can't be killed and I struggle to no avail but pacifism isn't quite what I thought it'd be i've done little to see great evil's end I've realized stopping suffering means that I must fight I'll gladly take up the sword again For old age has yet to take my honor Not unbecoming of men who strove with gods I'll die happy knowing that I fought hard against those who would see good's demise So come ye friends it is not too late To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield and looking off, we'll take our final homes beyond the baths of the western stars, and the heroes of old

I'm going out at night The streets in Portland are all empty Try to catch a bite But I hear they've closed down Mississippi Looking at the stars Looking at corona The millions out there We don't know of Looking at the stars Looking at corona Wondering where we go when we're lonely And they close the districts down now the lights are out I've never felt so lost in a city Try to see the milky way But all I read is Ground glass opacities Looking at the stars Looking at corona Could it be the end Of all that we know of Looking at the stars Looking at corona Wondering where we go when we're lonely And they close the districts down Yes I'm home alone There's no place else I'd rather be Than with you on the phone Under a two week state quarantine Heard that you got sick Lines and tubes to keep you breathing Sine waves on a screen Windfalls for pharmaceutical industry Looking at the curve Flattened to a plateau We're fighting hard against Viral overload Looking at the stars So nice to see ya It's nice to hear you're feeling better Meet up with me When it's all over Breathe in deeply The warm smell of summer