I feel, shredded like confetti under our heels the parade has ended but the life we have made and all that we live for failed to ascertain the doubters and the dreamers who forever remain, stuck up repentors, fall like acid rain to the mouths of the thirsty. [the parade is ending with promises, i promise there's excuses left staggering, staggers lead on defeats but not, not for you] High tide, voluptious and self absorbed, Right mind, biblical proportions. Salad days and luxury giving way to drudgery, solid so solid if you feel like you're falling you are. Declivity surrender - plunging feet forward. Treading away, treading away, treading away, we tread and we sink. Quarentine, trimester trimester, reverie, hallucinations, manifest destiny powder keg integrity, solid so solid if you feel like you're falling you are. I apologize for everything, heaven help this hate in me, slowly cease this lingering, run away run away. We tread and we sink, we tread and we sink to the bottom where we find the strength to push off.